The dancers at the bottom of Mount Sinai are our ancestors.
Restless, anti-authoritarian, ecstatic. Their spirituality was plural. They didn’t truly need the patriarchy. They knew, perhaps, what we think they didn’t- that the divine wasn’t solely in one graven image.
All this is heretical, of course. Even radical Jews call for smashing idols. But these were our spiritual ancestors. Their rituals can be ours. We can problematize the priestly without losing our selves. Because Judaism is an eternal dance between the thunder of prophets and the immanence of pagans.