You have finally done it, it is finished. You look around and everyone is either drunk, asleep, gone, or all of them. You look down at the table that started off as a beautifully organized piece, that now is full of spilled grape juice, countless cups and plates scattered over, half-eaten soups, and matzah crumbs. And you think to yourself, thank god. Not just "thank god this is over I want to leave", but thank God that all of the events you had just learned about occurred. Thank God that we have freedom in our lives, thank god that every moment you have ever lived has led you to this very table.


haggadah Section: Conclusion