From Heart of Wisdom (pg. 263)
Within my earthly temple, there's a crowd;
There's one of us that's humble, one that's proud,
There's one that's broken hearted for his sins,
There's one that's unrepentant sits and grins:
There's one that loves hIs neighbor as himself.
And one that cares for naught but fame and pelf.
From much corroding care I should be free
If I could once determine which is me.
- Edward Sanford Martin
posted by rabbi neil fleischmann @ 12:01 AM
5 Comments:
This poem should be named "Sybil."
They are both me. I choose which one comes out.
I am the annonymous poster.
Pesach Sommer
Thanks for the comments guys.
Kishke - I don't see it so much as a Sybil thing, though I always appeciate a cututral reference. I saw it more as Pesach did.
Pesach - Yes. I see it as kind of normal. It's like that story about the man who says there are two wolves inside him, one good and one bad, and the stronger one is the one he feeds.
I know. Was cracking wise. Although perhaps every "Sybil" is just a normal person in whom the faces in the "crowd" have come clear. On the other hand, the existence of multiple personalities seems to be quite questionable (I think it's been pretty well established that "Sybil" was a misdiagnosis); there was an interesting article about the matter in a recent Commentary.
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