Because no-one has put it better than Yehudah Amichai
I’ve Filtered out the Book of Ester
I’ve filtered out of the book of Ester the residue
Of vulgar joy, and out of the Book of Jeremiah
The howl of pain in the guts. And out of the
Song of Songs the endless search for love,
And out of the Book of Genesis the dreams
And Cain, and out of Ecclesiastes
The despair and out of the Book of Job – Job
And from what was left over I pasted for myself a new Bible.
Now I live censored and pasted and limited and in peace.
A woman asked me last night in the darkened street about the weel-being of another woman
Who had died before her time, and not in anyone’s time.
Out of great tiredness I answered her:
She’s fine, she’s fine.