There is great treasure there behind our skull and this is true about all of us. This little treasure has great, great powers, and I would say we only have learnt a very, very small part of what it can do.
Some of the townspeople stood on the wooden bridge reciting the Tashlikh ; others lined the river's banks. Young women took out their handkerchiefs [sic] and shook out their sins. Boys playfully emptied their pockets to be sure that no transgression remained. The village wits made the traditional Tashlikh jokes. "Girls, shake as hard as you want, but a few sins will remain."
"The fish will get fat feeding on so many errors."