On Friday Lev steals a candle from a store and announces that he is going for a walk and goes where no one can see him and sings the prayers by himself and-- it shouldn't be comforting, he does not believe in a God who is watching out for him. But for the past ten years he has had his choice of the Southern Baptists or the United Methodists and he has had Dr. Keaton explaining to him that he shouldn't mind, it's not like they're not the same God, Jesus died for him too, and-- it is good to have something that is his.
When he closes his eyes he can almost hear his family singing around him. That shouldn't make him feel better, he hates his family, he moved to Los Angeles as soon as he could to get away from them. But the thought of Jews throughout New York singing the same prayers gives him some feeling he is having a hard time naming.