From 8a1cd9bbed600b0b26fb37be87a813746c2f4d40 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Rye Progress Date: Mon, 20 Oct 2025 13:51:06 -0700 Subject: [PATCH] Update back copy --- content/_index.md | 2 +- 1 file changed, 1 insertion(+), 1 deletion(-) diff --git a/content/_index.md b/content/_index.md index bb4d348..f4feafd 100644 --- a/content/_index.md +++ b/content/_index.md @@ -7,7 +7,7 @@ > > I remember hearing the wail, seeing the sparks and then sudden dark, and then stepping to my room to hide under my desk, letting flow tears of confusion, frustration, and terror. -What Right Have I's life is wrapped in the comfort of texts and surrounds the rhythm of interpretation. Having set aside her title of rabbi and taken up that of the scholar of Beth Tikvah, her life is one of routine and familiarity, of a life dedicated to reveling in neurodivergence. She is the one who *lets* herself dwell in hyperfixation and releases the onus of optics. +What Right Have I's life is wrapped in the comfort of texts and surrounds the rhythm of interpretation. Having set aside her work as rabbi and taken up that of the scholar of Beth Tikvah, her life is one of routine and familiarity, of a life dedicated to reveling in neurodivergence and unmasking. She is the one who *lets* herself dwell in hyperfixation and releases the onus of optics. What, then, is one such as her to do when confronted with the end of the world but try her best?