Personal Reflections on the passing of a friend ob”m and the Purpose of Life
by Rabbi Pinchas Allouche
A Journey, Without a Destination
“As for me… life has been a living hell… but along the way, it’s been a journey.” I was told that the ink of these words was still fresh when they were found. Mark Shuster, my dear friend and congregant of blessed memory, had written them, in all probability, just moments before his shocking death.
Mark had a gentle soul. Perhaps it was too gentle for his afflicted body. Mark also had a very big heart. And beyond his self-described “living hell”, lay a flickering flame of warmth and kindness that shone luminously. At times, I was even blinded by its gleaming light that constantly yearned to help and give. He wanted to be a “philanthropist”, he once told me quietly, with his characteristic humility. Indeed, he wanted to change the world. And although I have heard many a visionary uttering this dream, I believed Mark. For Mark was authentic and real. A true, straightforward New-Yorker, that resented fabrications and lies. But above all, it was Mark’s voracious thirst that touched me. He was always thirsty for meaning, for growth, for understanding. We would sometimes talk for hours about the meaning of life, his past, our present, and the world’s future, which he sadly did not live to see. I doubt Mark was ever satisfied with life in general. His thirst was unquenchable, his quest – insatiable. Mark was right: “it’s been a journey.” Indeed, a journey, alas with no destination.
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