 Suddenly, the first day of Nisan began replaying in my mind the angry looks of those children, the parents' screams, the mothers crying, the men's pitiful silence. At that moment, I understood that this was exactly how we are supposed to mourn the Temple on Tisha B'Av. We are supposed to cry over the loss of unity and peace throughout the entire world. We are supposed to lament the disappearance of the divine presence and holiness from our lives. We're supposed to feel as if something very precious