Superstitions are interesting, aren’t they? Knock on wood, cross your fingers. Little rituals, attempts to make a pattern out of chaos.
Jewish tradition says that touching salt is unlucky. The littlest finger brings poverty. Thumbs bring the death of one’s children.
I must have been clumsy with my thumbs, huh? Well, you ought to know; you were the instrument.
The index finger, now, placed into salt—like so—makes one into a murderer.
It’s meaningless, of course. A ritual. Something to help me make sense of things, to help me prepare for what comes next.
Are you ready?
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