I never told anyone what a kick it is playing the heavy. Everybody else in the heavenly court constantly praises God, sings relentless hymns and davens non-stop. But me, I got to be the proverbial snake-in-the-grass and loved it. I was so good at being bad that God let me keep the part. What a blessing that was, becoming an assistant creator with God instead of passing eternity as a cheerleader.

     When I touched the woman I understood what all the creation stuff was about, why God stooped to play in the dust. Compared to Havva, the life giver, the rest of creation –the Sun, the Moon, the Stars, plants, animals, even Adam – is just so much plastic, all bottled up and predictable. But not the woman. She was a symphony that overwhelmed me. Her scent was so complex that even I couldn’t sort it all out. How crazy it must drive the man when he’s close to her, I thought.

     I don’t know how God can stand the suspense. It has set all these all these plates spinning and even though It’s let me in on so much of it, I can’t begin to comprehend what God’s really thinking. It’s as if I’m standing beneath a crack in the heavens feeling the waters above rush over me and trying to count the drops as they pass.