Matzoh matzoh everywhere

It's Passover again, and for a week starting tomorrow at sundown I will have to think up new ways to avoid grains, bread, flour, rice, etc, and come up with new things to do with potatoes. Passover is a re-enactment of the enslavement of the ancient Hebrews in Egypt, and the two ritual dinners (seders) staged on the first two nights of the holiday are a way for every Jew to relive that experience.
Even though I'm hardly that observant, Passover is my favorite holiday. It reminds me that we, like the ancients, live in what can often seem a narrow place (the original meaning of "Egypt"), and are slaves to forces beyond us, such as an oil economy that becomes ever more oppressive, and, more insidious, human evil that shows itself increasingly it seems in the world today. Passover can and has been adapted to any political purpose one can imagine. I've been to feminist seders, Jewish-Palestinian seders (that one worked particularly well), Catholic/Jewish seders (specifically, ones given by the Catholic Worker, so they were anti-war and left-wing). This year, I heard about a Darfur seder and a Jewish/Latino seder. I'm not going to them because I'm taking my parents to the congregational seder at my synagogue, and that's fairly pricy. I'm also going to a restaurant for a "seder" with the choir from synagogue on Monday.
My house is not such that it is a good place for a seder of our own, since it is too small, cramped, and messy for that.
Since this life often seems like a prolonged wandering through the wilderness, Passover is a good time to mull this over collectively in an organized sort of fashion.
I sometimes wish I were more observant. The ceremony to clean one's house of "chametz" (non-Passover items like bread) is really fun. After thoroughly cleaning all the cupboards and shelves of these things, one deliberately plants some crumbs in conspicuous places, then stages a hunt for these, going around poking in corners with a feather, and ceremoniously burning the crumbs when they are found. One can even "loan" chametz to a non-Jew for the week, then take it back after the holiday. Those guys thought of everything!