Las Vegas On Fire - A Pre Yom Kippur Burst of Inspiration

Perhaps [Music] the most dazzling symbol of western values can be found blazing in the Nevada desert, the city of Las Vegas. No place on earth screams indulgence and fantasy and live your truth louder than the city that is called Sin City. And towering at the heart of that city is the Luxer Hotel. This massive black pyramid-shaped hotel. And at the very top of that hotel pyramid beams the brightest man-made light on Earth. 45 xenon light bulbs, each the size of a washing machine, blasts a beam of light into the sky with such unbelievable intensity that pilots are warned to steer clear of it cuz they literally can get blind. Astronauts have spotted it from space. That beam shines with 42.3 billion candle power. It is the brightest man-made light on the face of the earth. That is the Western world's definition of light. Big, loud, impressive, empty. Our light. Our light came from a different mountain. Smaller, unassuming, wind whipped, wrapped in thunder. A mountain called Harina. It didn't shoot lasers into the sky. It didn't need to. Because from its peak came a light not meant to dazzle, not meant to distract, to direct, to not to blind, to illuminate. It doesn't scream, it speaks. It's a light that doesn't burn you out. It builds you up. The pix says those who choose raw hunger who follow their cravings remain starving their whole life. But those who seek Hashem lack nothing. That's not poetic fluff or some future tense promise form. That's a fact of this world. You want a good life, a stable, joyful, purpose-driven, deeply satisfying life. Follow the Tyra. Plain and simple. [Music]