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  It was the custom for a non-Jew, such as Simeon as he was then, to go through the process of assimilation through a long and arduous conversion.  

  “As I fell from grace, my father rose to innocence.  So now that I rise to stand alongside him, who should fall but none!” said Simeon.  

  Simeon was addressing the Beyt Din.  

  It was his Bar-Mitzvah, but he was way past the age of a teenager.  

  One could have said, a mere year earlier, that his chances of conversion were slim-to-none.  Mahal, the law of return, was causing the federation of Israel a lot of migrant problems.  Even though they were the ones promoting it.  

  “What are your views on the diasporic identity of peoples removed from settlements and habitations?” inquirèd Kaiaphas.  

  {head coverèd}  

  Simeon spoke as the Jew he wanted to be, “Consider the birds of the air, the migratory population!” he exclaimèd.  “The mutual aid of their plight.  The sabre-tooth tiger dies alone in the competitive dog-eat-dog survival of the fittest resource wars.  Hands hands hands demands lands lands lands.  How much land does one man need?  No one wins in that kind of dirty competition.”  

  °Chutzpah° thought Michal.  °I'll never forget his charisma.°  

  °He never repaired my window° thought Avi.  

  °He's too much of a Goy to ever understand the true splendour of Hebrew°  

  °He's too much of a Goy to ever understand the true splendour of Hebrew°  

  °He's too much of a Goy to ever understand the true splendour of Hebrew°  

  With the Erinyic fury of the Beyt Din, Kaiaphas stood amongst the Sanhedrin.  He couldn't help repeating the same jealous thought over-and-over.  He had lovèd Michal, but his two-house theology, two bit Yiddish philosophy, never appealèd to her.  Anything that wasn't originally Jewish, in fact, fascinatèd her.  Originally; originality.  Originality of origin.  A twice removèd distant origin.  

  Kaiaphas felt the contents his stomach curdle, rendering him mute.  

  Nothing about Kaiaphas' muteness appealèd to Michal.  Everything she wantèd was stood in front of her with chutzpah.  As if it was some sort of mitzvah.  

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