Saturday, January 30, 2010

Four Links One Time

David Wolpe wrote that leil shmurim is used twice in the same pasuk (Shmot 12:42). Homiletically he wonders and explains that G-d was watching the people and the people were watching their children. He thought of this at his daughter's Bat Mitzvah. His wife said that when she looks in her daughter's eyes she sees her at every stage of her life. He feels that if G-d watches all of us and parents watch their children then in looking at their children time as transcended as it is like looking at G-d.

This reminds me of what Barry Lichtenberg wrote four and a half years ago, that time is like a braided challah. Rather than being linear as we imagine it, the braids of time seem to disappear, but exist concurrently. Somewhere right now my parents are courting, Irving Bunim is holding court on Pirkei Avot, Aaron Bulman is saying, "Take it slow," and Scott Gordon is buying a fake arrow through the head for me at a Steve Martin - in his prime - concert.

At Shaloshudos today someone (A) mentioned that he's received several comments and emails from the same person (B) about how great A was at various things. A decided that these comments may actually be more the result of B's nature than a reflection of his (A's) own actual talents. This prompted me to share the saying that "What Peter says about Paul tells you more about Peter than it does about Paul." The man sitting next to me liked this and told me it reminded him of a book he read about listening. The book cited Aristotle saying that "When you speak I see you" - not hear but see. There was also a quote about how all we say leaves behind a telling trail. He said the book was called The Third Ear. I think it's this one, though there are several.

A dear relative has found my five year old public blog. That reminded me of a poem I wrote on the way to visiting her for Shabbos. I watched but failed to see an old man. Mirty saw him clearly, G-d like. In a mystical way that some scientists have embraced I'm riding that sheirut now, I'm writing this poem, and Miriam is minting the other side of the coin (as a medrash which I discovered today says that Mordechai minted a coin that displayed sackcloth and ash on one side and a crown of gold on the other).

I confess that it is not 11:59. My clock and yawn relay that the hour is later. It is time to send my soul to the shop where I'll have to pick it up soon after sunrise.
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Good night and G-d bless
Wherever you are in time
Good night and G-d Bless

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