In the existential reality of the Corona Pandemic, there were insane difficulties from all directions, as a mother, as a teacher, as an individual person. It was more impossible than possible. I felt the rope fall from my hands, and I realized that the only thing that could be grasped was the Blessed One. In the art-work there is a girl holding a crumbling rope, but once the person is connected to infinity he knows that he is connected to the source of abundance, and that he will never fall.