Whatever he was doing, he liked to throw himself into it with a feeling of complete freedom. When he was writing, or taking a walk in Central Park with his two sons, he thought only of them and their future. Even when he was doing nothing, he dismissed everything else from his mind so he could be fully conscious of his idleness. In confronting his inner void, he was eager to be its center. One day, he stood in front of the window, watching the clouds come together, drift apart, make holes in the sky, both large and small. “What are you doing, Daddy?” little Dovid’l asked him. “Can’t you see?” his father replied. “I’m working.” “Working on what?” “I’m studying the void.” Yedidyah explained: “In life, my son, everything has meaning. Even things that may seem meaningless to you. But then the meaning is harder to find.”
