Routes to Roots

In exasperation, Yisoscher Pames tossed away hisquilts. For the past few hours, he had beenunsuccessfully trying to fight a bout of insomniathat had attacked him with great intensity He entered thebattlefield ? his bed, and tried everything that he heardmight help him in his present situation. First he listened tomusic, then he lay in silence. He stared fixedly at a spot onthe ceiling, later focusing on nothing at all. After this lastresort of counting imaginary sheep, he admitted defeat. Hecould simply not fall asleep. He lost the battle.With a sudden inspiration, he went to his closet andopened one of its drawers. With a heart full of anticipatedexcitement, he withdrew a velvet pouch. Its contents were veryprecious. Is it only a month until the time will come for him todon this pair of tiffilin, thus joining the ranks of manhood? Heunderstood well that together with the refill/n he will be placing