I painted this because I felt like the play [a play he was in] was about life, and life is full of color, and we each get to come along and we add our own color to the painting. And even though it’s not very big, the painting, we still have to figure it goes on forever, you know, in each direction, so like to infinity, because that’s kind of like life.
It’s really crazy if you think about it, isn’t it? That 100 years ago some guy that I never met came to this country with a suitcase. He has a son, who has a son, who has me. So at first when I was painting, I was thinking maybe up here, that was that guy’s part of the painting, and then down here that’s my part of the painting. And then I started to think, what if we’re all in the painting everywhere? What if we’re in the painting before we’re born? What if we’re in the painting after we die? And these colors that we keep adding, what if they keep getting added on top of one another until eventually we’re not even different colors anymore, we’re just one thing? One painting.
And my dad is not with us anymore, he’s not alive. But he’s with us. He’s with me every day. It all just sort of fits somehow, even if you don’t understand how yet. People will die in our lives, people that we love, in the future, maybe tomorrow, maybe years from now. It’s kind of beautiful if you think about it, the fact that just because someone dies, just because you can’t see them or talk to them anymore, it doesn’t mean they’re not still in the painting.
I think maybe that’s the point of the whole thing. There’s no dying. There’s no you, or me, or them…it’s just us. And this sloppy, wild, colorful, magical thing that has no beginning, no end…that’s right here. I think it’s us.
So why is the thought that Kevin shares a Jewish idea? Because while we, as humans, experience time in a linear sense in this world – we see great grandfathers coming first and then great grandsons coming later – this is not how time actually exists. The linear nature of time is only an illusion.
According to Judaism, time actually exists as God’s time, as God experiences it. In Hebrew, the word for God, the Ineffable name (we say “Hashem” – which literally means “the name” – instead of pronouncing the actual name, since it’s ineffable!) is made up of four letters. Those letters are “Yud” then “Hey” then “Vav” then “Hey.” In Hebrew, each letter represents a different word: Haya – Was, Hoveh – Is, Y’heyeh – Will Be.
The essence of God in Judaism is that He was, is, and will be. He exists in all times at once and perceives all times at once because all times actually exist at once. Just like in Kevin’s painting. Just like how the show jumps back and forth through time. Those scenes we see are not out of order. We’re just seeing different parts of the “painting” since all those moments (or colors) actually exist simultaneously.
In our small, human experience of this world, time goes from “beginning,” to “middle, to “end.” And when we get to various ends, they are often deeply painful. The losses are unfathomable. And they shouldn’t be minimized. But our perception in this world is limited, which is why ends hurt so badly. And Kevin realizes this and acknowledges that “we don’t understand how [this all works together] yet.”
On high, in the spiritual plain, in God’s realm and in the World To Come, where we will all join Him one day – we will all become One. Are souls will no longer separated like the distinct colors. Our souls will rejoin their Source, and we all become One. Kevin explains this concept too when he says that the colors in painting are no longer distinct colors. The painting is just one. It is then and there that we will finally understand and experience that there is no order to time and that there is no separation between us.
Kevin is not the smartest character in this show, but the writers gave him some of the most profound wisdom that exists in this world. And if you’re sorry to see this show end, just remember, there are no ends.
I loved the show!
This reminds me of what Lord Rabbi Jonathan Sacks, of blessed memory, said “I have a little dream; it goes like this. You are wandering through an enormous library. It has millions of books and you’re wandering through and you’re looking at all the titles of the books, and then suddenly you stopped dead.
There’s a book and on the title, it’s got your name. You take it out, open it up, and you see that there are several hundred pages of that book written by many different hands in different languages. You try and work out what this book with your name on it is, and with a shock you realise that this book has been written by your ancestors.
Every single one of them has written a chapter in this book telling their story and handing it on to their children. And as you get to the end of the book, with a shock you see an empty page with your name on it, and you realise that is the chapter that you have to write. Now you’re in the middle of this library. Can you just put that book on the shelf, walk away and forget it?
I don’t think you can really, because if you did, all those hundreds of generations of your ancestors would have kept that book going in vain because it would have stopped with you. I know I couldn’t do that. If they put their faith in their children to keep the book going, then they have all put their faith in me, and I have to write my chapter in that book and when the time comes, give that book onto my children and grandchildren.
To be a Jew is to be part of the most remarkable story ever lived by any people, covering more countries, more adverse circumstances, more triumphs and tragedies than any other story. And then the sudden realisation that every one of us has a chapter to write in that story and hand the book on. That is what it is to be a Jew”