Keter Malkhut · The Kingly Crown

A long poem of praise that walks up through the spheres to the throne and then turns to plain confession. It entered the Sephardi liturgy for the night of Yom Kippur and is still recited.

The quietest astonishment in the pack. The philosophy this room traces is not only in libraries — a Neoplatonist's cosmology is sung in synagogue on the holiest night of the year, by people who have no reason to know that is what they are singing.