Life trains us to ask hard questions. We are skilled at complicating what is good, at asking what price was paid and who is left behind. We spill drops of wine at the Seder precisely because we carry the suffering of others inside our own joy.

Yet the Song of the Sea suggests a different spiritual discipline. Sometimes the soul needs the willingness to celebrate deliverance before returning to moral accounting. Breathing in the reality of living is not an act of cruelty. It is absolute fidelity to the truth of a fragile moment.

Relentless news cycles press down on us today. The modern equivalent of a slave mentality is often our inability to step outside the stream of crisis long enough to notice the sheer miracle of our existence. Radical amazement means refusing to treat life as a given. It means looking at a warm spring morning and being staggered by its beauty. It means sitting with family around a Seder table, or standing beside friends in the synagogue, and recognising the breath in our lungs as a profound gift.