i can't tell you how sick i'm getting of judaism, which at this point amounts more or less to infinite reflections on what it means to be jewish. when you reach that point, of course, you're not only not saying anything of interest to anyone who isn't jewish (however, i *am* jewish), but you've created a super pomo religion that has no content but a reflection on that very contentlessness, since that's all that's left to reflect on. say i spent the next twenty years exploring my jewishness. this would bore everyone, even me, except for these meta-jewish obsessives, who'd think that was far too short a time to contemplate such a profound topic, while simultaneously removing from this topic all substantive material except a reflection on the topic itself. say i spent the next few decades on what it means to live in glen rock, pa, or on what it meant to be 5'7". then i presented the results of my empty obsession to a community that regards reflecting on what it means to be 5'7" as the highest or only real human task. and then i might realize that the real or only remaining meaning of being 5'7" is to think endlessly about what it means to be 5'7". quite the little conceptual dilemma, but hard to focus on in its extreme boringness.