Tazria-Metzora: The Assessors

The men in the white coats looked down on us from their windows. They had clipboards and were continually taking notes. What about, I had no idea, although we must have been the focus of those notes. The ‘us’ was a group of about 75 people, milling around aimlessly in a massive warehouse of a room. We all had bald heads and were wearing rough gray garments like a group of medieval monks. I had no idea what we were doing here. I mean, I know why I was there, but I had no idea what I was accomplishing by being there.