by Rav Avraham Yitzchak Kook
Our soul is great, strong and mighty. It breaks walls of bronze, it bursts mountains and hills. It is infinitely broad, it must spread out. It is impossible for it to shrink.
Over all our twelve million Jewish souls on all their levels, in all their ascents and descents, on all the hills upon they have ascended and in all the valleys into which they have descended, in all the heights of the city where they stand at the very pinnacle, in all the burrows where they hid from the oppression of disgrace and shame, toil and affliction, in all of them, in all of them our soul spreads, it embraces them all, it revives and encourages them all, it returns them all to the site of the house of our life.
“Who are these that fly like a cloud and like doves to their cotes” (Isaiah 60:8).
Chadarav, p. 190
