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A small red book on the library shelf caught my eye. Its title: “Rational Existence: The Conditions for Objective Happiness.” I was in my teens. No one knew about my visit to the library in Ramat Gan. Nonreligious books were banned in my ultra-Orthodox school, but I was looking for answers. An abyss of doubts had formed in my mind, in my life. And the book I came across,...