Constant Tension and Sudden Loss of Aaron’s Sons

We are living in a constant state of tension. Since Purim, time has seemed to accelerate unnaturally. And now it is the day after Pesach—we all exclaim, where has the time gone. We moved like zombies—waking in the middle of the night to sirens, or worse, lying awake in anticipation of them. Sleep became shallow and uncertain. Even now when there is a two-week ceasefire, on some level, we are still numb. Can we trust it. We still wait for the next catastrophe, hoping it will not touch us or those we love. We remain glued to the news, trying to find out whose lives have been shattered—and do we know them? This strange combination of dread and detachment is our daily reality.