May this Passover mark a season in which we not only leave behind our slavery but actively strive to forget it, shed its scars, erase memories of wounds real and imaginary,
let us tell no stories of personal griefs or tribal nightmares,
let us greet this day unencumbered by past burdens and future plans, remembering only:
This very day did Yah create, rejoice in it!
and let us eradicate from our Haggadah the passage, “In every generation they rise up to destroy us.”