…everything else that seemed significant in my life before October 7, lost meaning, and I felt (and still feel) that I entered a liminal stage that was, unexpectedly and strangely, solid and decisive. At first this may sound a bit paradoxical—how can an intermediate stage, where we have no certainty of what will follow, allow for decisiveness?

So radical and transformative that the magnitude of our uncertainty of what will come of it is matched by the conviction that it will be utterly different than before October 7…