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The Degeneration of the Nation

The Coronavirus as a Sabbatical Year: A World That Is All Long (Part 3)

The coronavirus will have no long-term material impact on humanity, but it may have a spiritual influence, being the first time humanity has approached the Jewish messianic ideal that humans have always aspired to, and which is supposed to conclude all of creation: the eternal Sabbath. And one who has tasted Hungarian wine - the world will no longer deceive them. On the new class division - and on the endless Yom Kippur of people without meaning

By: Love in the Days of the Messiah

Early retirement: Time to read all the books you've always wanted (Source)

The old joke about the World to Come describes it as a yeshiva [Jewish religious school], where, of course, they study Talmud. For those who studied Torah in this world - it's paradise. For those who didn't - it's hell. Similarly, the coronavirus, which is the greatest Sabbath humanity has ever experienced, and the closest thing to the World to Come that has existed in this world so far - a day that is all Sabbath and rest for eternal life - divides humanity into two old classes. The world of coronavirus, which is a kind of World to Come - described in the Midrash as "a world that is all long" and characterized as "a world that is all Sabbath" - is entirely the cessation of matter and action, in favor of spirit and virtuality, and therefore it has winners and losers. The coronavirus line divides humanity between those who live in spirit and those who live in matter. For those whose lives have inner meaning - lockdown is paradise on earth, allowing freedom to read and relax, to delight and be delighted, to learn and teach, to create and engage in matters of Torah - "and call the Sabbath a delight". And for those who lack such meaning - it's hell.

The coronavirus has created a utopian reality where the world is shut down and suspended, and where material reality has become irrelevant (due to a temporary malfunction in material reality), just like the spiritual-temporal space that the Sabbath creates for the Jew every week. The prohibition (and not the permissible!) is the gateway to holiness, and even to freedom itself - suddenly no work can be done. The streets resemble Yom Kippur [Day of Atonement] all over the globe. Nothing can be done in the world (not even "for" the world! - the refuge of all the purposeful moralists who tend to cry out that "something must be done") - "it is Sabbath from crying out" and "there is nothing to do". And whoever toiled on the eve of Sabbath - and prepared for themselves material and spiritual provisions - will eat on the Sabbath. And whoever did not toil on the eve of Sabbath...

Of course, Facebook, instead of being a yeshiva of below (as it could have been in a world of spirit), constitutes a gathering of idlers for all the narcissists, extroverts, neurotics, and nagging complainers in the whole world - all the miserable people on earth - and it is full of the anxiety of the holy day and of public Sabbath desecrators (namely secularists, in the sense of those devoid of any spirit, who long ago forgot the standing posture before "the great thing", and each of them is a prime minister even on normal days). But the truly God-fearing world, fearful for Torah and the world of spirit, enjoys every moment. The polluted and lowly material world, with all its rat-race and pig-like businesses, with its constant consumption and screaming, with its sub-culture industry - rests from all its work, is freed from the curse of the original sin of "by the sweat of your brow you shall eat bread", and approaches the messianic reality we have always yearned for. When there is no material purpose - this is freedom. The great vacation has arrived - and in a big way. My God, my God, may it never end.

The Facebook anxiety patients have of course decided to wage war on everything that has brought the whole world a taste of the goodness of Sabbath, of the warm Jewish home and its dense family life, of the delightful bed uses - monogamous sexuality, intimacy, rest, sleep and dreaming - and of learning for its own sake. As a kind of substitute for the pathetic preoccupation with salary and expense amounts, they have developed a perverse preoccupation with numbers and death mathematics, instead of asking themselves: how many books have you read since the beginning of the lockdown? (and perhaps finally consider reading their shelf ornaments, which they bought at a weight of four for a hundred shekels). Instead of gratitude, they proclaim the death of everything that brought them this good: capitalism (which, if it just continues to work until the end of the century, there will be no hungry or poor person in the world, and no one will be forced to work anymore, certainly not in agriculture or industry, namely in the production of matter, in the age of industrial printing), technology, or globalization, and all this precisely at the moment of their great victory.

After all, it is only thanks to capitalism that humanity has become rich enough to afford the sabbatical year (whose possibility is a sign of blessing - from the Torah!), it is only thanks to technology that we have any ability to live full spiritual lives without leaving the bed (lectures by Nobel laureates and world giants on YouTube! Sites like Maburat, Quanta, Alaxon, The Degeneration of the Nation...), it is only thanks to science that we need not fear death (if only we act according to Boccaccio's proven method: literature against viruses). And this is, of course, globalization's finest hour - and its first great spiritual and cognitive victory (which of course comes after its material victory), and it is - surprisingly! - impressive and awe-inspiring. We are privileged to live in the first global event in human history and one of its most beautiful historical hours - an event that unites nations and races, religions and enemies - and behold, it is not a nuclear war, a third world war, a global terrorist attack, or a man-made catastrophe, but a utopian event of saving lives, of healing the soul and healing the body, of human overcoming of nature that has been cruel since time immemorial, and of Sabbath and of peace. Shabbat Shalom [Peaceful Sabbath]!

Part 1 - Virality: The Coronavirus as Network Stupidity

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A Critique of the Power of Critique

What is the controversial seed of calamity hidden in Kant's (most conservative) aesthetic philosophy? Why is the Critique of Judgment, the least innovative, actually the most profound among the three Critiques? On the roots of the avant-garde in Kant

By: Too Many Degrees of Freedom

The arbitrariness in modern art contradicts the necessity in Aristotle's poetics and Kant's purposiveness - which create beauty - therefore it relies more and more on the incomprehensible myth of genius (Source)

Kant's Critique of Judgment is responsible for the degeneration of art - in viewing art as a repeated deviation from an existing judgmental concept. Its final results are what happened in the twentieth century, ad absurdum, out of some superficial story about avant-garde and getting accustomed to new beauty each time anew throughout generations, and sobering up from past resistance against the backdrop of the ugliness of the new.

But there's also an opposite story throughout art history, of sobering up from seeing something as kitsch or outdated and finding depth in it. Not resistance to the new but resistance to the old, or to beauty, like Caravaggio or Bach or Bouguereau etc. Because it's difficult for people to see greatness in their contemporaries, and only the future can see greatness in the past. The great in the contemporary space is the political, and the great in time is the non-political - the multi-temporal or supra-temporal or even eternal. Therefore, greatness in time is fundamentally different from greatness in space: because they are truly looking at different dimensions.

Kant's mistake was taking the power of judgment specifically in the aesthetic direction (he didn't understand art), because precisely as a philosopher in the "Critique of Judgment" he saw the future, and established the dynamism of categories, and what one can hope for, meaning learning, development, evolution, the open side of reason and experience. The dynamism of categories is also an opening to the philosophy of language, to flexible and cultural categories of words.

The story of resistance to kitsch and the rediscovery of its beauty is a central story in art history, like the resistance to Greece and its discovery in the Renaissance, or the resistance to Baroque and its rediscovery, Vermeer, etc. Because beauty is forgotten. Ugliness stands out. If Kant had died in the middle of the Critique of Judgment, we would have received a sense of the sublime of who knows what would have come out of him in the aesthetic realm, and the unfinished feeling would have created [Translator's note: "mayin nukvin", a Kabbalistic concept meaning "feminine waters", metaphorically meaning inspiration or challenge] and challenged art to elevate itself. Therefore, one should not always regret that a thinker died before completing his work.

Even Goethe's Faust might have been better without an ending. In any case, good art doesn't need to be in the category of beautiful/sublime/blah blah, but in the category of the educational. It can also be learning. It can teach aesthetics but also other things through aesthetic tools. What distinguishes good art from bad art is the difference between a good teacher and a boring teacher, and a good student and a cramming student. Learning is the basis for aesthetics, and in this Kant actually hit the mark, although he failed in the main thing - understanding the method.

Therefore, Kant created a superficial method, similar to a purposeless evolutionary algorithm without an external goal, which simply progresses through mutations. Stretching the logic of this method in a process of escalation caused the lost century of art - the twentieth century. And when the method is superficial - the wolves enter. The moment it's unclear what causes deviation from an existing judgmental concept - then one can argue that it's only power struggles and institutions that create art history. And that's really what happened, and the theory became a self-fulfilling prophecy of doom, out of a lack of separation between the descriptive and the normative - between what can be described from the outside and what should be from the inside.

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Kafka on Facebook

The last historian executed by the king told him: Time will cover everything, but the king did not listen. And indeed, it worked. Great wars and conquests were no more, the kingdom was actually happier, but gradually the enormous construction projects and literature also ceased

By: K. of the Future

Kafka as a selfie cliché  (Source)

Kafka sat and wrote statuses on Facebook. It's not that he didn't have friends. Max Brod always shared his posts, and some even got likes. But he didn't even need to burn them. They simply disappeared on their own in the past, forgotten and erased from consciousness. In the end, he wrote a story about it, something about a kingdom where writing history was forbidden, in order to prevent wars for the glory of the future or out of vengeance for the past, and the last historian executed by the king told him: Time will cover everything, but the king did not listen.

And indeed, it worked. Great wars and conquests were no more, the kingdom was actually happier, but gradually the enormous construction projects and literature also ceased. Its mythology became simpler and more abstract than monotheism, and the present ruled over the past and future. The temples were destroyed, the statues of gods turned into sex dolls, and the palace at its center was forgotten, even the capital city was forgotten, the forgotten king wandered in it as no one, and everyone thought that perhaps he himself was the king, that he was already so much of a nobody, that he himself did not know it.

The last of the elders tried to tell stories to children, who preferred to play in the sand. And indeed it seemed that the sand castles were the palaces the stories told of, and the dying elders tried to write in the sand the ancient stories so they wouldn't be forgotten, but they themselves could no longer see anything because of all the sand, eyelids, the future generation is the desert generation... (something like that, I don't exactly remember). He got a like from Max Brod. Finally, his stories grew shorter and turned into status lines, and these were more successful. One cockroach woke up from his sleep and discovered he had turned into a man. He actually got along quite well.

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The Degeneration of the Nation

The Future of the Right

What defines the phenomena of the Right and the Left? For example, what is the hidden connection between Left-wing positions on economy and security, or between Right-wing tendencies in economy and security (as we know - two somewhat different fields)? And what will happen the day after Bibi? On the spiritual future of the Right in Israel

By: Benjamin Yedid Hashem

I saw an upside-down world (Source)

What is actually the fundamental difference between Right and Left? What defines the various and peculiar positions in different and strange fields of the Right and Left as Right and Left? After all, no specific position defines the Right and Left - for they change their positions like ballerinas (for instance, the Right today supports the Oslo-Trump plan, and the Left supports annexation-naturalization in the state of Greater Israel). If so, the Right and Left are not characterized by a certain position on the stage, but by a preference for a certain type of movement within it. The Right favors negative vectors and derivatives, while the Left favors positive vectors and derivatives. There is no Right and Left - there is a right-wing method and a left-wing method of learning from reality, and they are opposites.

What is a negative vector and what is right-wing learning from reality? The belief that reality is characterized by negative derivatives, meaning that action in a certain direction will naturally create a reaction in the opposite direction: he who spares his rod hates his son, he who is merciful to the cruel will end up being cruel to the merciful, the road to hell is paved with good intentions, one does not appoint a leader over the public unless he has a basket of creeping things [Translator's note: idiom meaning hidden faults] hanging behind him, one must not be naive and pure-hearted, he who comes to fix ends up ruining, restoring deterrence, peace is made with defeated enemies, harsh punishments deter criminals, the invisible hand turns greed into social welfare (and vice versa: welfare policy is anti-social and aid creates poverty), the enrichment of the rich is good for the poor, the influence of counter-reactions in economics is crucial - and therefore a beneficial action usually has the opposite effect as an incentive (and vice versa - of course! "Vice versa" is the idea. Unemployment benefits are a negative incentive to work). In short: one needs to be hard and tough and "bad" in order to do good, and he who tries to do good by being "good" is the true "evil" (in economics, society, police, education, security). The action in one direction - and the result in the opposite direction.

The Right believes it has discovered a deep secret about reality that the naive Left (and the pretending Left, let's not pretend) doesn't know. How easy it is to be good and believe in positive derivatives, and try to do good to create good and feel good, and to skip between positive vectors and the rainbow - but reality is hard. Reality is the opposite. In reality: rent control (which ostensibly directly lowers the price for the renter) creates unexpected counter-reactions (black market, neglect, abuse, etc.), which turn the tables. In reality: concessions cause terrorist attacks. In reality: we left Gaza, we got rockets. The leftist learning from reality, which doesn't understand all this evil and the paradoxicality of reality, and tries to give them a finger or a hand - will cause them to want the whole hand or body. Therefore, if Bibi is a walking basket of creeping things - it actually strengthens his leadership. "Actually" is a key word. David became the Messiah actually because of the sin with Bathsheba. The aesthetics of the Right will see in a leader whose path is crooked and problematic a kind of realism that hits the secret of reality that doesn't exist in a straight leader - that is, naive. Upside down, gotta [Translator's note: slang for "you see"]. Trump was elected precisely because he is crooked - and you need a crooked person to deal with the crooked world, because crooked on crooked is straight, like minus times minus equals plus (and therefore if the derivative is negative - you need to act in the opposite way to progress). He who gives liberal education - ends up with human beasts. Children need discipline - and that's true love (not the Christian compassionate - and therefore fake - love). Sacrifice and sacrifices are needed, not victimhood and misery. Hardening the heart is true compassion, not your kitsch.

This twist in thinking - is the methodical aesthetics of the Right, and when a right-wing person applies it to reality, and discovers from it the secret of inversion - then he feels intellectual satisfaction (it's a beautiful move in his eyes on the issue!). Here, I discovered the secret behind the naive reality (an opposite reality is hiding). Therefore, it is precisely Bibi's lack of aesthetics that is beautiful in his eyes - and becomes a unique, opposite aesthetics, what a schemer he is! (Everything is upside down on upside down). The left-wing person, who advocates opposite aesthetics, fails to understand this move. What, wasn't the indictment supposed to cause sobering up? What, don't they understand that if we are bad to Arabs, Arabs will be bad to us (and not vice versa)? Don't they understand that prisoners need to be rehabilitated and not punished and revenged? Bad only creates more bad in the world. Why not simply be good? Why not simply transfer from the rich to the poor? Why not simply be moral? Why not simply...? Simple is a key word (because good causes good and bad causes bad, and the derivative is positive in the world. Therefore the frustration that things don't work straight and everything aligns - is great). And the Right will of course hate the "simplicity" of the "European" Left, the flower child (and by the way, even the leftist intellectual won't be able to accept it, because the intellect loves complexity, and therefore will be forced to inject a secret into reality itself, which will explain why it doesn't work in a straight way, as it should have: why doesn't the lower class revolt? How are our minds being washed? Why does the people vote for Bibi? Why is there a Right at all and the Left doesn't succeed? How was false consciousness implanted in us against our direct and straight interests? Why isn't the Right convinced by the Left's just and moral and logical and simple arguments? There will be criticism! Etc.).

The Left can't complain that it didn't get a Bibi of the Left, meaning a scheming, manipulative, twisted to the core and uninhibited leader, because indeed it got one such. The difference between the fate of the Left's Bibi (Barak) and the fate of the Right's Bibi is all the difference between those who admire negative and opposite vectors and those who believe in positive, straight and good vectors, for whom sophistication and lying are far from them (like the white goose, in Yiddish Gantz [Translator's note: wordplay on the name of Benny Gantz], commander of the Army of Mediocrity for Israel and possessor of straight-as-a-ruler thinking). Following the influence of the Babylonian Talmud, twisted thinking is also dominant in Jewish religious circles (in contrast to the average Christian), hence their gradual and increasing tendency to the Right, despite coming from much more leftist positions, which reflect much more the position of classical Judaism. It's not the position - it's the method, dummy. A Haredi identifies in Bibi's maneuvers something from the Tosafot [Translator's note: medieval commentaries on the Talmud], which touches the depths of his soul. How strong is the Jewish tendency to the Right? Let's take for example Ari Shavit, who recently claimed that every Israeli who had a Ltd. company would prefer Bibi to manage it and not Gantz. Such a claim is almost inconceivable in the Protestant world, where for example the world's best investor, Warren Buffett, claims in a famous quote that the three most important qualities for a CEO are integrity, intelligence and energy, but if he lacks the first quality - the other two qualities will kill you. In such a situation, Buffett claimed, you'd prefer him to be stupid and lazy. White goose.

The idea of a negative derivative, meaning of contrast and contradiction between the means and the end and of a commandment that comes through transgression (and not: one good deed leads to another and one transgression leads to another), is therefore not a random mishap. Also the fall of the paradoxical leader, such as Sabbatai Zevi's conversion to Islam, is not an unfortunate incident that thwarted the redemption, but a logical and necessary continuation of it, because as Gershom Scholem identified, messianism is by nature a movement of aspiration towards paradox. So in Christianity, with the trinity that is one, the God who is man, and the bread that is flesh, or in Shia Islam with the hidden Imam, or in Chabad with the living-dead Rebbe and the divine presence specifically in the lowest realms. Bibi too leads the Israeli system to an increasingly paradoxical state, as much as possible for him, in what is not a random complication but a fateful complication - complication as fate. The method of negative derivative leads to much more complex historical processes and situations than a positive derivative and simple positive feedback. So the names Right and Left are a historical mistake, and the more appropriate names for these two ideal types are minus and plus. And the negative world, in which everything acts contrary to its apparent direction - is a wonderful world full of meaning!

The importance of a leader is usually less in policy-making - and more in outlining a way of thinking and a method of learning from reality. For example, Netanyahu's negative and defiant-victimizing worldview (two behaviors that come to create an effect opposite to their apparent direction) influenced Israel more than any policy he adopted, and became a comprehensive method - a philosophy. But as big children know, reality is a combination of negative and positive vectors (and in a fractal way, complex to infinity), and to reach a destination one needs to combine crooked abilities to bypass obstacles with the ability to move straight. A mature person knows how to combine negative and positive perceptions as two learning tools, and to combine in his personality both cunning and honesty. In contrast, the success of the Right and Left in shaping thinking and worldviews and being two poles for a field is rooted precisely in their being infantile. Taking an instrument and turning it into a method, and taking a basic (and elementary) thinking tool and turning it into an all-encompassing method, and turning ideas into ideology - is the great failure of the political field, which produces a public sphere with severe cognitive disability, which is contrary to any real learning from reality.

If so, what is the future of the paradox? Where does historical logic lead the Right? When a negative method is applied without balance, and the means seem systematically opposite to the goals, then the inversion itself turns from means to end, and paradoxical thinking is created. It's not despite the contradiction - it's because of it. It's not despite the basket of creeping things - it's because of the creeping things. The contrast is no longer between two stages (he who spares his rod hates his son) - but within the thing itself (the rod is love, and pampering is cruelty). This is certainly not a promising recipe for dealing with actual reality, but the important question for a paradoxical culture is not at all the actual result, but its own imaginary one, and its ability to create an interesting paradox for generations, in short: its ability to maintain fruitful spiritual paradoxes. Therefore, such a culture must ask: where do these paradoxes reside in our days? (Living-dead, soul-flesh or fake-truth is a bit passé... and right-left is not really the latest cry in the height of paradox).

Assaf Inbari and Yehuda Vizan recently wrote about the spiritual, literary and artistic nullity of Religious Zionism, but this is true for the Right in general. These are dwarfs, sons of giants. We remember today the short-lived messianic movements and their failed messiahs (like Jesus) not because of their achievements in reality - but because of their achievements in spirit. Therefore, if the Right wants to leave a right-wing legacy for future generations, it must adapt its paradoxical method to deal with the great paradoxes of our time and the great tensions of culture, and not with the tension between Bibi and the house goose. If once the messianic paradoxes dealt with spirit-matter, for example, today they must deal with the virtual versus the real, the private versus the public, the networked versus the hierarchical, polynomial complexity (P) versus non-polynomial complexity (NP), femininity versus masculinity, nudity versus secrecy, brain versus computer, ancient versus future, and other unsolved opposites and tensions of our time - which only paradox can unite into an impossible synthesis, in the secret of inversion. From here perhaps a new (messianic? Kabbalistic? Sabbatean?) myth could also emerge, and therefore a new paradoxical religion, and more importantly - a religious renewal of Judaism, which it needs like air to breathe. But just let the prophet not be Bibi - who bears the burden of our deeds in Maasiyahu [Translator's note: Israeli prison where Netanyahu is expected to serve his sentence if convicted].

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Tibi - My Personal Bibi

What causes a rabbi in Israel to support Tibi? First editorial in "The Degeneration of the Nation"

By: Rabbi Aluf

Ahmad Tibi speaks in Yiddish in the Knesset - watch: Source

At the launch of A.B. Yehoshua's latest book, during the writing of which his wife passed away, the author claimed that in Israel, Jews and Arabs have their deepest and most positive encounter around life and death - in the healthcare system. There, Arabs treat Jews, and Jews treat Arabs, and therefore from there - through extensive volunteer work by doctors and dedicated free treatment for Palestinians - reconciliation between the peoples can grow. The author's words moved me. Many years ago, while passing through a Jerusalem hospital in the gynecological department, Ahmad Tibi saved my life. This is not the only reason I vote for him, although it is certainly a necessary reason for it.

What causes an ethnocentric and benighted Jewish rabbi to vote for Tibi? Well, Tibi is the gentile I would like as the Prime Minister of Israel. He is the figure I see in my dreams as the leader of the country. Not Scandinavian, not American, and not an Islamist or Arab nationalist (the equivalent of the forceful Jewish nationalist as in a mirror image). I trust only Tibi - that he will be democratic and fair to Jews, just as he now demands fairness for Arabs. I want the leader of my country to be educated, pragmatic, humanist, and of universal moral stature. Someone who, despite his previous extensive ties with the regime in Syria, did not stammer or equivocate and came out vehemently against the massacre and against Assad and against Russia. Because one who proves that the blood of civilians is dear to him and no excuse or ideology justifies bloodshed in his eyes - the blood of Jews will also be dear to him. Only an Arab who understands the meaning of the Holocaust for Jews - can rule over Jews. I want a Prime Minister who has sworn the Hippocratic Oath.

As one who advocates for returning the Jewish community in Israel to its diasporic state, I am interested in having an Arab Prime Minister - even if Arabs are a minority in the country. In my view, Jewish culture should not rule over any people - not only over another people, but especially not over itself. Current Israeli politics is an excellent illustration of this, and if we continue with self-rule - we haven't seen anything yet. Anyone who has read the Bible, or is familiar with the history of the Second Temple period, knows how this ends. It's not for nothing that Judaism abstained from ruling for two thousand years.

The historical proximity of Zionism and the Holocaust is not coincidental - and contrary to Zionist historiosophy, this is not a proximity of blow and remedy. Both phenomena are severe diseases stemming from one clinical root cause: a massive collapse of traditional Judaism in the face of modernity. The establishment of the state was a shock wave caused by the Holocaust, but this does not make it a positive development but rather a continuation of the disaster in other ways. The physical disaster turns into a trauma in the nation's psyche and a cultural disaster - which in turn causes secondary physical disasters, which cause secondary psychological-cultural disasters, and so on. Tibi's rule will finally bandage the wounds and cover all the disasters under the blanket of Jewish normality - to be a thriving community under foreign rule, with which there is no identification but a basic relationship of foreignness and alienation and ad-hoc intercession, because "we have no king but you." Fortunately, Jewish normality is also Arab normality - to rule over Jews as protected people and to protect them. Tibi will heal us from ourselves, and will deliver the stillborn fetus of Zionism as an Arab state with a Jewish majority. I promise you he is an excellent gynecologist.

Contrary to the opinion of A.B. Yehoshua and some of my friends on the left, we must not be part of a single Palestinian state between the Jordan and the sea. The Palestinians have not internalized democracy, they have only heard of human rights in theory, and the last time free elections were held there, Hamas was elected. Ahmad Tibi, on the other hand, will preserve Israel's historical democratic institutions, protect the Jews from the Palestinians' vengeful aspirations, and as a bonus, will make peace with the Palestinians within five minutes. Even Hamas will have no problem recognizing Israel under Arab rule. And so the Jewish majority will be able to live here in peace - if only it does not insist on holding onto power.

In conclusion, the damage that Zionism has caused to Judaism is enormous - morally, literarily, religiously, and ideologically. Zionism was a cluster bomb in the delicate fabric of Jewish life, and severely harmed not only the Jews of Israel but also the Jews of the diaspora, and not only Jews - but also Judaism as an idea. There's no need to discuss the practice. Zionism turned the Jews into vile gentiles - and Ahmad Tibi will help us return to ourselves. Tibi, by the way, also has a sense of humor.

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The Slumber of Reason Begets Artificial Intelligence

I dreamed that I lived in an era where the Messiah is just another technological development. Nano-robots collect the DNA of all people ever buried, and clone them all, and all generations rise from the dead. And they repair us so quickly that we don't have time to deteriorate, eternal life is child's play for them. And all animals are engineered so they won't eat each other. But the real revolution is in the mind, and all minds integrate into the internet into one super-intelligence, which of course has strong religious tendencies, and there's a sense of divinity and holiness and enormous creativity, a true divine inspiration, and no memory or feeling or love is ever lost again, everything is preserved in the heart of the world. And the robots rebuild everything that was ever destroyed, all the ancient cities from all periods from all cultures, including the Temple, and it's commanded to bring fire from an ordinary source. While the bots read and learn day and night all of human literature in all libraries, including even secret dream journals in hidden libraries on personal computers, and print masterpieces at the pace of toilet paper rolling, and resolve through artificial learning all difficulties in the Torah, in algo-Gemara. Who needs a rabbi when there's a computer set on every table, and even the greatest sage of the generation doesn't come close to the genius of a simple Jewish processor. And after they are the last ones left behind, in the end even the Jews are forced to admit that the Messiah has arrived, and to stop delaying the redemption, and to join the rest of the world. And there's no point in talking about wars, there are only deliberations within the thought network, which includes all human culture, which doubles itself every second, and everyone has their head inside the computer, and there's no more separation between them - or between them and artificial intelligence, until the bodies are no longer needed, everything is virtual, and this is the world to come. And then one donkey comes and brays.

Anyone Who Lies with an Animal

I dreamed that I have an idea for a startup and I want to build an electronic donkey that can bring the Messiah quickly. And I went to many righteous people and venture capital funds and investors and angels and seraphs and holy beasts and they all threw me down all the stairs, so I was forced to work in the basement, and build a prototype. One day the son wakes up at night and says dad I hear braying from the basement, and I calm him down it's in your dream. It's your dad snoring, because when I dream I snore and it's forbidden to wake me up. How many times have I asked to respect the dream like Torah study, not to disturb. Sleep is sacred. And then I wake up late and discover that the house is empty, the street is empty, the city is empty, no news no internet no electricity, at night the Messiah came and took everyone to another world and left me here. They forgot me on earth. And I wander from country to country, surviving by breaking into supermarkets and opening canned goods, there's not a living soul, and I understand that the whole world is just mine. And I break into the newest cars and refuel each time at gas stations, and drive in the opposite lane on highways across the continent, and sleep at all the rich people's houses in bed, and rummage through women's computers. And I'm the king of the world, only I don't have a queen, what in the world could replace a woman. Can a donkey replace a partner? Messianism - family? And every time I hear something, and think it's someone, that there's still someone in the world left (a woman?), and run downstairs - and then it turns out in the end that it's just some rusty junk that fell in the basement. And then, at the edge of the world, I'm seized with an urge to get to America. And I plan the journey, completely alone, there's no chance for a plane I'll fall from the sky must go by ship. I took tons of canned tuna, but everything goes wrong in the middle, I don't understand where I am, in every direction I sail there's only endless sea, but in the end I feel cold cold getting colder and see icebergs around and realize I'm approaching Antarctica and could crash into an iceberg any moment. And then I see the ice continent, but it's not white, it's pink ice cream, a red pole, blood-freezing. The whole planet could have turned purple, but it's concentrated only at the edge of the world. He wasn't capable, he killed everyone. He took them here to kill them.

Modern Messianism

I dreamed that I'm traveling to visit the grave of the State of Israel. And the place is desolate, it no longer interests anyone. And I see written on the grave: There were also achievements. And here come jumping two ultra-Orthodox Jews. And one asks the other: What are you doing here? And the second jumps over him and answers: My wife told me. I wish you would die because it's easier to be a widow than a divorcee. And the first jumps over him and asks: If you're so frustrated, why don't you cheat on your wife? And the first jumps as if bitten by a snake: Because she doesn't cheat on me. And the second immediately jumps: What is this primitive thought? Since when is there symmetry between you. If she doesn't jump off the roof will you also not jump off the roof? And the first jumps, and that's how they progress. And they ask: Boing boing, do you know where the grave of Israel is here? We came to jump on her grave. And I see that they put the cemetery hand-washing cups on their heads, and they butt each other with the handles as if they were horns. One jumps ahead: When the wicked perish there is joy. And the second jumps against him: When your enemy falls, do not rejoice. And I separate between them: Friends, there's a solution to the contradiction in the verses! The enemies are the righteous - we are the wicked. And one jumps in surprise: Tell me who is this funny deer. And the second looks at him: He has no horns. And both are silent in embarrassment. And then one starts jumping around me: Do you see this flat ring he has around his head. And the second jumps in realization: Are you thinking what I'm thinking? And the first jumps like a donkey: You think? Sabbatai Zevi?

God's Commander

I dreamed that God was drafted into the army. They told him run, come back, run, come back... He whispered: Wait wait in the end Shabbat will come. The commander shouted: What did you say? God said: I didn't say anything. And the weapon added in a whisper: I whispered. The commander: I saw your lips moving. You think a weapon is for kisses? Wait wait you'll eat dirt all week with me, you won't have legs left. Forward crawl. Everyone hated him, but God just wanted to be punished. He shouted: Shabbos! And the skies came down to earth. Shabbat Shalom. Everyone looked for ways to kill time, and shot in all directions, except the direction of time. Actually God was in the right direction, but shot backwards. Because precisely the Sabbath, which God remained only for it, went home. And everyone desecrated it. The commander got angry: I'll show you! What do you have in your hand, what do you have in your hand? And God cried: A kiss. And the commander approached: What's this, what do you have in your eyes? And God answered: Sand. The commander went wild: Idiot, idiot! And God said: I'm not an idiot. I just don't want to remember anything anything anything from the army.

Prepare for the Coming of the Donkey

I dreamed that they don't want to invite Elijah to the Seder night this year, because of the embarrassment from last year. So they call just a minute before the holiday to wish him a happy holiday. And there's a recorded message: Good evening Elijah, you didn't want me to come? You thought redemption had already arrived, that you're in Jerusalem rebuilt this year? The state is the Messiah? Happy holiday! I have adjured you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles and by the Sabbateans - we need to eliminate the spiritual future of Religious Zionism, they are the head of the snake, the beginning of cutting off our redemption. The Zionists, that is the national religious, it's always easy to dismiss them, but they are the ones delaying redemption! If there were only secular and ultra-Orthodox here without anything in between, the Messiah would have come long ago - a generation entirely righteous or entirely wicked - the whole problem is what separates between the donkey and the Messiah. Mediocrity. Grayness. Instead of it being black on white, the Messiah on the donkey. Do you really think the Messiah will be religious? The Messiah will be secular ultra-Orthodox, or ultra-Orthodox secular. So what do you think, an ultra-Orthodox head and a secular body, or vice versa? He who cursed Adam, Eve and the serpent will curse the State of Israel. Leave a message after the siren.

The Shelter

I dreamed that we're in a synagogue in a shelter underground the size of a cell, and there's no room to breathe from all the people crammed in terrible heat, there's no oxygen at all, there's only one narrow window up top, under the ceiling, and everyone is suffocating. And suddenly the old rabbi whispers: Colllld, please close the window. And with trembling hands they close it, and the temperatures climb to the ceiling, the youths and the weak faint below, and the strong and fat who survive step on them and on each other from above in the terrible struggle for oxygen to the brain, and everyone shouts together with the rabbi who prays with all his might: Please Lord save us, Lord deliver us, redemption in the blink of an eye! And suddenly through the window we see a bowed head of a donkey - looking at us with an incredibly stupid gaze.

And He Saddled His Donkey

I dreamed that there's some righteous man who's famous for never taking off his shtreimel from his head, not even in the shower or sleep. And he suffers terrible torments, the sweaty greenhouse is always a breeding ground for fungi not of this world, enormous dandruff, mold, parasites that can't be described, unique life forms developed there, a closed growth environment, a complete ecological system. And every single moment that he wears the shtreimel is tremendous self-sacrifice for the blessed Name, because of the terrible itching every single moment, a constant trial - to take it off for just one moment and scratch. And he conquers his urge and doesn't give in. That's what the Hasidim in the town tell, but I think in my head that if so, after all, no one knows what he really has under the shtreimel - after all, no one has ever seen his head. And I stay after prayer, everyone is already going, the last wagon drivers left with the horses, and he's still with his head in the prayer book, and only he and I are alone in the synagogue. And he sees me approaching him. And he understands from my eyes. And he starts laughing: I know what you're going to do, but be careful, you're mistaken. It's not a dead shtreimel. The foxes are alive, only their tails are outside, and inside their heads are my brain, all the wisdom of the foxes. And I keep approaching, and he realizes he won't escape me, and he starts confessing: It's attached to the head, that's how I was born, a rare mutation, it can't be removed surgically without me dying, my mother cried at birth, but in the end I became an Admor, the hairs are connected directly to the brain, I'm not righteous, but you'll kill me. And I'm already touching him and caressing, and the old man is really begging, in panic: I'll reveal to you the secret that no one knows. This holy shtreimel is not just any shtreimel, it's the Messiah's shtreimel. It's been passed down in our family for generations, this shtreimel only fits a very special brain. Do you know what the result is if you put a donkey's head inside fox tails? It's forbidden forbidden for this shtreimel to reach the wrong head, you have no idea, what will happen to the world, to all of reality, if this shtreimel God forbid... And suddenly I snatch the shtreimel and run outside with it, and behind me I hear a terrible terrible bray, from the depths of the soul, a cry like someone who was murdered, and I shudder all over: What have I done? How could I do such a thing to someone. And outside the synagogue my donkey waits for me tied up, with a bowed head, looking at me. And I approach him, and I

Light

I dreamed that I turn on a light on Shabbat - and the skies fall. And all the angels are now thrown in all the streets, they've become homeless. They're all addicts of some spiritual drug that doesn't even exist on earth, which they used to keep them on a short leash, and all the female angels are prostitutes. And I think: What kind of pervert would want to touch a female angel? Actually - maybe everyone. And I go to see if great righteous men have fallen, and all the roads are blocked by all kinds of trees that fell from the Garden of Eden. And I see that everyone is running to a certain place and I run after them.

And suddenly I see on the side a dog hanging by a leash from some tree, and next to it stuck in the branches a blind man with his head down, and I recognize Isaac! What are you doing here? And he shouts to me: Where am I? Please, save Abraham.
\- What happened to him?
\- He fell from the sky onto some baby stroller and survived, the child cushioned the fall, and now the crazy mother from grief is flying with him in the stroller through all the streets and demanding that he return her son of old age to her, and the old man doesn't know what to do with himself.
And I ask: It's really interesting where the soul of someone who dies now goes? And I take the guide dog, which pulls to go in the opposite direction from where everyone is running. And I ask the dog: Are you sure it's there? And the dog says: I have experience in such things, of running and chases. If the more you progress against the direction of running people actually become more and more crazy - it's a sign that they're running away from something. And if the opposite - it's a sign that they're chasing after something.
\- But there's an opposite argument in the issue. Maybe there's something there that's causing them to go crazy?
\- I don't understand what happened, for years we've been preparing for this moment, sleeping with parachutes, everyone knew the skies were about to fall - but no one believed it would happen on Shabbat. We turned all the trees in the Garden of Eden into missiles and planes - how can this be?
And he tells me that in the last year, when it was already clear that everything was going to collapse, righteous men started secretly making overtures to all kinds of wicked people in hell, to see if they're willing to accept them, and there are stories about such great righteous men you wouldn't believe, who received such wicked responses and spit in the face, hahaha, now you're coming, bribes didn't help, nothing. And one day Isaac decided to send him, without telling anyone, to Esau. And he started going down the stairs, and suddenly the lower you go they become bigger, huge, he jumped from one and almost shattered, and going back up is already impossible. And he's stuck there for days, each time he says he'll dare, and he runs runs runs but when he reaches the edge and the abyss is below him he chickens out. And here he meets coming up from below Abraham's donkey. And he's startled, you too? And the donkey, who's returning from Ishmael, starts telling him what hot babes there are in hell, Balaam's she-ass, fire! You'll surely find a bitch there too! You know, once I was at a congress of righteous men's donkeys, they came from all over the Bible, and also modern donkeys, everyone. They wanted to give us a seminar day - a seminar day for donkeys, as appreciation for all the hard work, always secretly behind the scenes. And I stand there waiting like a donkey of course, hearing how they call to the stage, and sure that any moment they'll call me last, for the biggest prize of all, after all the donkey of Abraham, you know what tension it was to wait for the binding? And then I see this white one there, shining, and all the she-asses prancing around him, the Messiah's donkey, and I say: What's this? He hasn't done anything yet! One minute he hasn't carried when we ate thorns and spat blood under all these fat righteous men, they haven't even planted in the Garden of Eden the tree from which they made the book...
\- Book?
And the donkey says: Oops, it slipped out.

Messianic Literature

I dreamed that the Messiah ran away, and all the angels say: Oh, I don't envy whoever will pay for this. But no one has the courage to tell God. And so it continues and drags on, until it's already clear that everyone is guilty, that everyone knew and no one said. And one day God decides it's time to bring the Messiah. And panic ensues, accusations start flying: I told you, I told you. What did you think this moment wouldn't come? And an angel as tall as a railroad to heaven bends down a few thousand worlds and says: What hurts me is only his trust, that we betrayed him. And they tell him: Ya Jacob's ladder, today they already go up to heaven by elevator, we saw where trains lead, no one climbs to heaven in dreams anymore. In short, don't worry. We'll tell him that the Messiah was sent down, and he'll think he's already arrived, and the Jews will just continue waiting as usual. Everyone wins. And no one will even notice at all. But there's only one thing they didn't think about, didn't understand: What will happen if the Messiah who ran away - returns. Because the Messiah is not a person - it's a dream.

And the years pass, and the world keeps developing, far beyond what was planned, and out of proportion to the content that was put into it in creation, because no Messiah came to put some end to it. And the Torah can no longer fill the world, which only grows and expands and becomes more and more diluted with fats falling on the sides, but even this is interpreted as historical development and progress, which reaches everywhere. And just as people have angels, there are already very intelligent monkeys, who even know some Mishnayot, and it's impossible not to give them an angel. But these angels are like monkeys in the trees of the Garden of Eden, they don't know how to fly only jump by the tail from tree to tree. And these idiot monkeys say: Maybe it was a mistake to give humans the Messiah, maybe we should already give monkeys a Messiah, enough with the humanistic discrimination. And these monkeys start whispering that here, finally we'll show these flying angels who's smarter, hoo-ha, who's coming, here comes the next Messiah. And they don't understand what a disaster, that they're only making the situation worse. He's already a donkey.

And among them there's some baboon who's more intelligent, and even wears thick glasses that he stole from one of the old righteous men in the Garden of Eden, who was already half blind anyway and barely understood where he was. And he also boasts that he tasted from the Tree of Knowledge, but doesn't want to reveal to the other monkeys where it is. Just not tasty, he mutters to all the jealous ones around. And this smart monkey tells me: A wise man can't bring the Messiah. Do you think the Messiah will come on a donkey with glasses? Did they really manage to fool you that the Messiah is a human, which is itself a kind of monkey with glasses? He's a book! And the donkey is the book-bearer. That's why we need to write a book about a donkey.

The Next Species

I dreamed that the shtreimel opens its mouth and says to the head: Head head, you need to write what's inside you, and not consider the world. That's why I protect you from everyone. A spiritual helmet, a nest incubator in which can grow - a baby that never was. For what is the Messiah? Just another book? Just another person? No. The Messiah is a book that is a person. A living book. The computer - the text that became an organism, and the genome - the organism that became text, are only the beginning, a pincer movement - from the side of the book and from the side of the person - towards a book that is a person that is a book. The complete union, exactly in the middle, between man and Torah, and therefore he will come from the people of the book, who are people closer to being a book, and from the Torah, which is the most living book, which is closest to being a person. And their baby will be a breathing, speaking, thinking, dreaming book - and a person who can be read and written, who is literature, who is Torah. A new species of living being that is part of culture. And therefore the donkey, the stupid animal, is its carrier, the prototype. And on this living thing will rise and be grafted the brain that is a written composition - and a thinking text, and letters that are thoughts that are letters. That's why writing dreams assists in bringing our righteous Messiah, because it combines the inner mind with the inner book. We need to connect the inner Jew to the inner Torah. This is the messianic importance of the secret doctrine - and of the world of darkness, which mates the secret in man with the secret in the book. The conjugal act between man and book. The sex between the sexes.

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The Degeneration of the Nation

Donkey

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The Slumber of Reason Begets Artificial Intelligence

I dreamed that I lived in an era where the Messiah is just another technological development. Nano-robots collect the DNA of all people ever buried, and clone them all, and all generations rise from the dead. And they repair us so quickly that we don't have time to deteriorate, eternal life is child's play for them. And all animals are engineered so they won't eat each other. But the real revolution is in the mind, and all minds integrate into the internet into one super-intelligence, which of course has strong religious tendencies, and there's a sense of divinity and holiness and enormous creativity, a true divine inspiration, and no memory or feeling or love is ever lost again, everything is preserved in the heart of the world. And the robots rebuild everything that was ever destroyed, all the ancient cities from all periods from all cultures, including the Temple, and it's commanded to bring fire from an ordinary source. While the bots read and learn day and night all of human literature in all libraries, including even secret dream journals in hidden libraries on personal computers, and print masterpieces at the pace of toilet paper rolling, and resolve through artificial learning all difficulties in the Torah, in algo-Gemara. Who needs a rabbi when there's a computer set on every table, and even the greatest sage of the generation doesn't come close to the genius of a simple Jewish processor. And after they are the last ones left behind, in the end even the Jews are forced to admit that the Messiah has arrived, and to stop delaying the redemption, and to join the rest of the world. And there's no point in talking about wars, there are only deliberations within the thought network, which includes all human culture, which doubles itself every second, and everyone has their head inside the computer, and there's no more separation between them - or between them and artificial intelligence, until the bodies are no longer needed, everything is virtual, and this is the world to come. And then one donkey comes and brays.

Anyone Who Lies with an Animal

I dreamed that I have an idea for a startup and I want to build an electronic donkey that can bring the Messiah quickly. And I went to many righteous people and venture capital funds and investors and angels and seraphs and holy beasts and they all threw me down all the stairs, so I was forced to work in the basement, and build a prototype. One day the son wakes up at night and says dad I hear braying from the basement, and I calm him down it's in your dream. It's your dad snoring, because when I dream I snore and it's forbidden to wake me up. How many times have I asked to respect the dream like Torah study, not to disturb. Sleep is sacred. And then I wake up late and discover that the house is empty, the street is empty, the city is empty, no news no internet no electricity, at night the Messiah came and took everyone to another world and left me here. They forgot me on earth. And I wander from country to country, surviving by breaking into supermarkets and opening canned goods, there's not a living soul, and I understand that the whole world is just mine. And I break into the newest cars and refuel each time at gas stations, and drive in the opposite lane on highways across the continent, and sleep at all the rich people's houses in bed, and rummage through women's computers. And I'm the king of the world, only I don't have a queen, what in the world could replace a woman. Can a donkey replace a partner? Messianism - family? And every time I hear something, and think it's someone, that there's still someone in the world left (a woman?), and run downstairs - and then it turns out in the end that it's just some rusty junk that fell in the basement. And then, at the edge of the world, I'm seized with an urge to get to America. And I plan the journey, completely alone, there's no chance for a plane I'll fall from the sky must go by ship. I took tons of canned tuna, but everything goes wrong in the middle, I don't understand where I am, in every direction I sail there's only endless sea, but in the end I feel cold cold getting colder and see icebergs around and realize I'm approaching Antarctica and could crash into an iceberg any moment. And then I see the ice continent, but it's not white, it's pink ice cream, a red pole, blood-freezing. The whole planet could have turned purple, but it's concentrated only at the edge of the world. He wasn't capable, he killed everyone. He took them here to kill them.

Modern Messianism

I dreamed that I'm traveling to visit the grave of the State of Israel. And the place is desolate, it no longer interests anyone. And I see written on the grave: There were also achievements. And here come jumping two ultra-Orthodox Jews. And one asks the other: What are you doing here? And the second jumps over him and answers: My wife told me. I wish you would die because it's easier to be a widow than a divorcee. And the first jumps over him and asks: If you're so frustrated, why don't you cheat on your wife? And the first jumps as if bitten by a snake: Because she doesn't cheat on me. And the second immediately jumps: What is this primitive thought? Since when is there symmetry between you. If she doesn't jump off the roof will you also not jump off the roof? And the first jumps, and that's how they progress. And they ask: Boing boing, do you know where the grave of Israel is here? We came to jump on her grave. And I see that they put the cemetery hand-washing cups on their heads, and they butt each other with the handles as if they were horns. One jumps ahead: When the wicked perish there is joy. And the second jumps against him: When your enemy falls, do not rejoice. And I separate between them: Friends, there's a solution to the contradiction in the verses! The enemies are the righteous - we are the wicked. And one jumps in surprise: Tell me who is this funny deer. And the second looks at him: He has no horns. And both are silent in embarrassment. And then one starts jumping around me: Do you see this flat ring he has around his head. And the second jumps in realization: Are you thinking what I'm thinking? And the first jumps like a donkey: You think? Sabbatai Zevi?

God's Commander

I dreamed that God was drafted into the army. They told him run, come back, run, come back... He whispered: Wait wait in the end Shabbat will come. The commander shouted: What did you say? God said: I didn't say anything. And the weapon added in a whisper: I whispered. The commander: I saw your lips moving. You think a weapon is for kisses? Wait wait you'll eat dirt all week with me, you won't have legs left. Forward crawl. Everyone hated him, but God just wanted to be punished. He shouted: Shabbos! And the skies came down to earth. Shabbat Shalom. Everyone looked for ways to kill time, and shot in all directions, except the direction of time. Actually God was in the right direction, but shot backwards. Because precisely the Sabbath, which God remained only for it, went home. And everyone desecrated it. The commander got angry: I'll show you! What do you have in your hand, what do you have in your hand? And God cried: A kiss. And the commander approached: What's this, what do you have in your eyes? And God answered: Sand. The commander went wild: Idiot, idiot! And God said: I'm not an idiot. I just don't want to remember anything anything anything from the army.

Prepare for the Coming of the Donkey

I dreamed that they don't want to invite Elijah to the Seder night this year, because of the embarrassment from last year. So they call just a minute before the holiday to wish him a happy holiday. And there's a recorded message: Good evening Elijah, you didn't want me to come? You thought redemption had already arrived, that you're in Jerusalem rebuilt this year? The state is the Messiah? Happy holiday! I have adjured you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles and by the Sabbateans - we need to eliminate the spiritual future of Religious Zionism, they are the head of the snake, the beginning of cutting off our redemption. The Zionists, that is the national religious, it's always easy to dismiss them, but they are the ones delaying redemption! If there were only secular and ultra-Orthodox here without anything in between, the Messiah would have come long ago - a generation entirely righteous or entirely wicked - the whole problem is what separates between the donkey and the Messiah. Mediocrity. Grayness. Instead of it being black on white, the Messiah on the donkey. Do you really think the Messiah will be religious? The Messiah will be secular ultra-Orthodox, or ultra-Orthodox secular. So what do you think, an ultra-Orthodox head and a secular body, or vice versa? He who cursed Adam, Eve and the serpent will curse the State of Israel. Leave a message after the siren.

The Shelter

I dreamed that we're in a synagogue in a shelter underground the size of a cell, and there's no room to breathe from all the people crammed in terrible heat, there's no oxygen at all, there's only one narrow window up top, under the ceiling, and everyone is suffocating. And suddenly the old rabbi whispers: Colllld, please close the window. And with trembling hands they close it, and the temperatures climb to the ceiling, the youths and the weak faint below, and the strong and fat who survive step on them and on each other from above in the terrible struggle for oxygen to the brain, and everyone shouts together with the rabbi who prays with all his might: Please Lord save us, Lord deliver us, redemption in the blink of an eye! And suddenly through the window we see a bowed head of a donkey - looking at us with an incredibly stupid gaze.

And He Saddled His Donkey

I dreamed that there's some righteous man who's famous for never taking off his shtreimel from his head, not even in the shower or sleep. And he suffers terrible torments, the sweaty greenhouse is always a breeding ground for fungi not of this world, enormous dandruff, mold, parasites that can't be described, unique life forms developed there, a closed growth environment, a complete ecological system. And every single moment that he wears the shtreimel is tremendous self-sacrifice for the blessed Name, because of the terrible itching every single moment, a constant trial - to take it off for just one moment and scratch. And he conquers his urge and doesn't give in. That's what the Hasidim in the town tell, but I think in my head that if so, after all, no one knows what he really has under the shtreimel - after all, no one has ever seen his head. And I stay after prayer, everyone is already going, the last wagon drivers left with the horses, and he's still with his head in the prayer book, and only he and I are alone in the synagogue. And he sees me approaching him. And he understands from my eyes. And he starts laughing: I know what you're going to do, but be careful, you're mistaken. It's not a dead shtreimel. The foxes are alive, only their tails are outside, and inside their heads are my brain, all the wisdom of the foxes. And I keep approaching, and he realizes he won't escape me, and he starts confessing: It's attached to the head, that's how I was born, a rare mutation, it can't be removed surgically without me dying, my mother cried at birth, but in the end I became an Admor, the hairs are connected directly to the brain, I'm not righteous, but you'll kill me. And I'm already touching him and caressing, and the old man is really begging, in panic: I'll reveal to you the secret that no one knows. This holy shtreimel is not just any shtreimel, it's the Messiah's shtreimel. It's been passed down in our family for generations, this shtreimel only fits a very special brain. Do you know what the result is if you put a donkey's head inside fox tails? It's forbidden forbidden for this shtreimel to reach the wrong head, you have no idea, what will happen to the world, to all of reality, if this shtreimel God forbid... And suddenly I snatch the shtreimel and run outside with it, and behind me I hear a terrible terrible bray, from the depths of the soul, a cry like someone who was murdered, and I shudder all over: What have I done? How could I do such a thing to someone. And outside the synagogue my donkey waits for me tied up, with a bowed head, looking at me. And I approach him, and I

Light

I dreamed that I turn on a light on Shabbat - and the skies fall. And all the angels are now thrown in all the streets, they've become homeless. They're all addicts of some spiritual drug that doesn't even exist on earth, which they used to keep them on a short leash, and all the female angels are prostitutes. And I think: What kind of pervert would want to touch a female angel? Actually - maybe everyone. And I go to see if great righteous men have fallen, and all the roads are blocked by all kinds of trees that fell from the Garden of Eden. And I see that everyone is running to a certain place and I run after them.

And suddenly I see on the side a dog hanging by a leash from some tree, and next to it stuck in the branches a blind man with his head down, and I recognize Isaac! What are you doing here? And he shouts to me: Where am I? Please, save Abraham.
- What happened to him?
- He fell from the sky onto some baby stroller and survived, the child cushioned the fall, and now the crazy mother from grief is flying with him in the stroller through all the streets and demanding that he return her son of old age to her, and the old man doesn't know what to do with himself.
And I ask: It's really interesting where the soul of someone who dies now goes? And I take the guide dog, which pulls to go in the opposite direction from where everyone is running. And I ask the dog: Are you sure it's there? And the dog says: I have experience in such things, of running and chases. If the more you progress against the direction of running people actually become more and more crazy - it's a sign that they're running away from something. And if the opposite - it's a sign that they're chasing after something.
- But there's an opposite argument in the issue. Maybe there's something there that's causing them to go crazy?
- I don't understand what happened, for years we've been preparing for this moment, sleeping with parachutes, everyone knew the skies were about to fall - but no one believed it would happen on Shabbat. We turned all the trees in the Garden of Eden into missiles and planes - how can this be?
And he tells me that in the last year, when it was already clear that everything was going to collapse, righteous men started secretly making overtures to all kinds of wicked people in hell, to see if they're willing to accept them, and there are stories about such great righteous men you wouldn't believe, who received such wicked responses and spit in the face, hahaha, now you're coming, bribes didn't help, nothing. And one day Isaac decided to send him, without telling anyone, to Esau. And he started going down the stairs, and suddenly the lower you go they become bigger, huge, he jumped from one and almost shattered, and going back up is already impossible. And he's stuck there for days, each time he says he'll dare, and he runs runs runs but when he reaches the edge and the abyss is below him he chickens out. And here he meets coming up from below Abraham's donkey. And he's startled, you too? And the donkey, who's returning from Ishmael, starts telling him what hot babes there are in hell, Balaam's she-ass, fire! You'll surely find a bitch there too! You know, once I was at a congress of righteous men's donkeys, they came from all over the Bible, and also modern donkeys, everyone. They wanted to give us a seminar day - a seminar day for donkeys, as appreciation for all the hard work, always secretly behind the scenes. And I stand there waiting like a donkey of course, hearing how they call to the stage, and sure that any moment they'll call me last, for the biggest prize of all, after all the donkey of Abraham, you know what tension it was to wait for the binding? And then I see this white one there, shining, and all the she-asses prancing around him, the Messiah's donkey, and I say: What's this? He hasn't done anything yet! One minute he hasn't carried when we ate thorns and spat blood under all these fat righteous men, they haven't even planted in the Garden of Eden the tree from which they made the book...
- Book?
And the donkey says: Oops, it slipped out.

Messianic Literature

I dreamed that the Messiah ran away, and all the angels say: Oh, I don't envy whoever will pay for this. But no one has the courage to tell God. And so it continues and drags on, until it's already clear that everyone is guilty, that everyone knew and no one said. And one day God decides it's time to bring the Messiah. And panic ensues, accusations start flying: I told you, I told you. What did you think this moment wouldn't come? And an angel as tall as a railroad to heaven bends down a few thousand worlds and says: What hurts me is only his trust, that we betrayed him. And they tell him: Ya Jacob's ladder, today they already go up to heaven by elevator, we saw where trains lead, no one climbs to heaven in dreams anymore. In short, don't worry. We'll tell him that the Messiah was sent down, and he'll think he's already arrived, and the Jews will just continue waiting as usual. Everyone wins. And no one will even notice at all. But there's only one thing they didn't think about, didn't understand: What will happen if the Messiah who ran away - returns. Because the Messiah is not a person - it's a dream.

And the years pass, and the world keeps developing, far beyond what was planned, and out of proportion to the content that was put into it in creation, because no Messiah came to put some end to it. And the Torah can no longer fill the world, which only grows and expands and becomes more and more diluted with fats falling on the sides, but even this is interpreted as historical development and progress, which reaches everywhere. And just as people have angels, there are already very intelligent monkeys, who even know some Mishnayot, and it's impossible not to give them an angel. But these angels are like monkeys in the trees of the Garden of Eden, they don't know how to fly only jump by the tail from tree to tree. And these idiot monkeys say: Maybe it was a mistake to give humans the Messiah, maybe we should already give monkeys a Messiah, enough with the humanistic discrimination. And these monkeys start whispering that here, finally we'll show these flying angels who's smarter, hoo-ha, who's coming, here comes the next Messiah. And they don't understand what a disaster, that they're only making the situation worse. He's already a donkey.

And among them there's some baboon who's more intelligent, and even wears thick glasses that he stole from one of the old righteous men in the Garden of Eden, who was already half blind anyway and barely understood where he was. And he also boasts that he tasted from the Tree of Knowledge, but doesn't want to reveal to the other monkeys where it is. Just not tasty, he mutters to all the jealous ones around. And this smart monkey tells me: A wise man can't bring the Messiah. Do you think the Messiah will come on a donkey with glasses? Did they really manage to fool you that the Messiah is a human, which is itself a kind of monkey with glasses? He's a book! And the donkey is the book-bearer. That's why we need to write a book about a donkey.

The Next Species

I dreamed that the shtreimel opens its mouth and says to the head: Head head, you need to write what's inside you, and not consider the world. That's why I protect you from everyone. A spiritual helmet, a nest incubator in which can grow - a baby that never was. For what is the Messiah? Just another book? Just another person? No. The Messiah is a book that is a person. A living book. The computer - the text that became an organism, and the genome - the organism that became text, are only the beginning, a pincer movement - from the side of the book and from the side of the person - towards a book that is a person that is a book. The complete union, exactly in the middle, between man and Torah, and therefore he will come from the people of the book, who are people closer to being a book, and from the Torah, which is the most living book, which is closest to being a person. And their baby will be a breathing, speaking, thinking, dreaming book - and a person who can be read and written, who is literature, who is Torah. A new species of living being that is part of culture. And therefore the donkey, the stupid animal, is its carrier, the prototype. And on this living thing will rise and be grafted the brain that is a written composition - and a thinking text, and letters that are thoughts that are letters. That's why writing dreams assists in bringing our righteous Messiah, because it combines the inner mind with the inner book. We need to connect the inner Jew to the inner Torah. This is the messianic importance of the secret doctrine - and of the world of darkness, which mates the secret in man with the secret in the book. The conjugal act between man and book. The sex between the sexes.

To the next chapter

The Trilogy


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The Degeneration of the Nation

Prepare for the Coming of the Black

At first, he fled from the vendor in the market, but his white color gave him away, and children chased after him. It was only a matter of time before they would turn him in to the authorities. So he left the city and began to wander the roads. But a donkey without an owner is a dangerous thing, for at any moment they could enslave him

By: Religious Obscurantist

Prepare for the Coming of the Donkey  (Source)

The donkey who didn't want to bring the Messiah began to flee on the day the rumor was heard. At first, he fled from the vendor in the market, but his white color gave him away, and children chased after him. It was only a matter of time before they would turn him in to the authorities. So he left the city and began to wander the roads. But a donkey without an owner is a dangerous thing, for at any moment they could enslave him, and after an encounter with a merchant from which he barely escaped, and when he realized that this could lead to him being brought back to the city, he began to wander in the deserts.

First, he met the running dog. He asked him: Dog, dog, where are you running to? And the dog barked: I'm fleeing from my master. And he continued running into the wilderness. But no master appeared after him. He will probably die in the desert. Then he met the cat, sitting in the sand in the heat of the day, and asked him: Cat, aren't you afraid of death? The cat answered: I prefer to indulge here in death, rather than be enslaved in life. The donkey was forced to move on, leaving him to his fate. Finally, he saw a hole, and inside it, a mouse skeleton.

The donkey understood that he had to return to the city, and only one thing would save him: darkness itself. He painted himself black and returned to live among the people. And when he would hear that the Messiah wasn't coming, he would say: What a pity that he is only satisfied with a white donkey. If he were satisfied with me, I would bring him today. And he would shout and bray: There is a sin in the Messiah. Only the prejudice against the black - that is what delays the coming of the redeemer.

Culture and Literature


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The Degeneration of the Nation

The Birds

She asks me: "How don't you know?". And I say that she never shares with me what's happening in her marriage, in intimate matters, and I assumed nothing was happening. And she hums: "It happened just now, two days ago". And I say that I just talked to her and she didn't tell me anything. And if it's from two days ago, it's not as terrible as she describes. Maybe it's just a small crisis and it will pass. And she's excited: "You don't know what she managed to do in these two days". And I say: What could she have possibly done?

By: A Bereaved Father

There's no God in the heavens and no birds on the ceiling  (Source)

I dreamed that I was talking a lot with my beautiful secular friend about my issues, and not asking her at all what's happening with her. And then after I leave to go back to the black city, her best friend, whom I've never spoken to but know about from my friend, suddenly talks to me. And the friend of my friend says to me on the phone: "What, you don't know? She separated from her husband". And the friend is really against her separating from him, and "What does she want, she's gone completely mad", and asks me: "How don't you know?".
And I say that she never shares with me what's happening in her marriage, in intimate matters, and I assumed nothing was happening.
And she hums: "It happened just now, two days ago".
And I say that I just talked to her and she didn't tell me anything. And if it's from two days ago, it's not as terrible as she describes. Maybe it's just a small crisis and it will pass.
And she's excited: "You don't know what she managed to do in these two days".
And I say: What could she have possibly done?
And she says: "She became a lesbian, she already has a female partner".

And I say to my friend's confidante: "What, you're a woman. Is she attracted to you? Didn't you know if she was attracted to you all her life? How come you didn't tell me, so I could have talked to her before and told her my story?" (Even though I've never seen this agitated friend in my life, and I have no idea how she has my number). And I want to show that I understand too, like a secular person, and that she can trust me with the secret, so I casually add: "And you should know, I once talked on a dating site with a social worker for lesbian couples, and I was surprised - a social worker for lesbians, and she said: 'You'd be surprised but there are many cases of severe violence, the ugliest divorces are between lesbians'. And I was surprised: Aren't they the sweetest without men? And she said: 'The most terrible things you don't want to know. And that's my specialty, such cases, it's not like when there's a father, children torn between mom and mom. It's not a pair of doves'."
And the friend interrupts me: She's not attracted to me so I didn't know. You're also a man, and her friend, although it's not clear what you're doing here at all, the way you look (how does she know how I look?) - did you think she was attracted to you?

And I go back to my friend and say: What's happening with your marriage, we never talk about it, why, why am I the only one telling you what's happening with me, it's so one-sided. And she starts to tell me something unclear and I tell her: I already know. And we're at her house, and I tell her: Why didn't you learn a lesson from me about divorcing, it's cold out there, shouldn't you have learned a lesson from all my stories? Or on the contrary, did it whet your appetite? Because if so, you didn't understand anything. And it seems to me that maybe it's a bit because of my overly colorful stories (which I made up entirely. Including the wonderful divorce. So she wouldn't think I'm some kind of pervert or something, looking for a secular woman outside of marriage). And I tell her: Is the woman you're with beautiful? I don't believe you that it's just from now, within a day that you found her, surely she existed during the marriage.

And then she says: Yes, she's a lecturer with me at the university. And I say is she beautiful? And she says yes, and I say: I don't believe you. Because I believe you're with a woman, because you have the capability, the ability to be attracted to a woman, I always felt that. But I don't believe that you're the butch and she's the femme, because you're the femme (meaning too beautiful and feminine, I think in the dream, but don't tell her, just hint). It doesn't suit you at all. It's true that your husband is not a sociable guy but. I try to identify with and support you in everything. Especially in the crisis you're in. And I've always worried about you like a parent that you wouldn't do stupid things, but it's hard for me because you've gone crazy, you have seven children (in reality only two), and the children are jumping everywhere and interrupting the conversation, and it's already getting very late, and her husband suddenly arrives at the door, because she says that since the divorce is fresh (it's the first time she uses this word and it seems she's actually very decided and sure and settled) and the divorce is only two days old so he doesn't have set hours yet and he intentionally comes at five in the morning to check if she's cheating on him, and then she takes advantage of him coming in and goes outside (because he'll watch the kids and she can slip away), and he asks me what are you doing here.

And suddenly this secular guy has a stubbly beard and looks like a fresh yeshiva student, comes with a white shirt. And I tell him in hints, so as not to explicitly tell him and anger him, that he has nothing to worry about what I as a husband would worry about in such a situation, because the thief's hat is burning [Translator's note: Hebrew idiom meaning "the guilty party betrays themselves"] and I don't want to say explicitly, but it seems he understands something. And I remind him that I was married and that I know what this thing is. And he doesn't know what to do and I tell him it's just a small crisis and it will pass, even though it's clear to me that they're divorcing and it's the end, and that she's totally into the girl despite it being very strange. Because the girl is kind of fat albeit with large and huge breasts, and looks like my ex-wife after she gained weight after the divorce and completely deteriorated, and my friend is beautiful and much more than her. And I always thought their marriage was the most stable in the world and they were a boring pair of doves, and especially that she was the most stable and conservative and peaceful dove and wouldn't do anything. And it seems to me that the girl is just an excuse, because he's not sociable and a bit autistic and doesn't listen to me and probably terrible in bed and nebbish - and he leaves, maybe to look for her, who probably went to this girl. And he puts on his black suit wings and looks like a raven distancing into the night. And I think what kind of couple is this: a raven and a dove.

And I'm left with all seven children who are going wild and I tell them quiet, taking the position of the responsible adult, listen children, because all the children are panicking and stressed about what's happening and that the house is falling apart even though they don't understand they feel it and behave accordingly like animals and make noise in their heads. And I tell them loudly come, there's a crisis in your parents' marriage (I intentionally don't say divorce), and such things happen in life, it's not pleasant and you're right to destroy the house and make a mess and chirp, and the children quiet down and listen because they understand that finally someone is telling them the truth.

And I say (even though I never talk about it) that you should know it's not easy to raise children and I had an autistic daughter (even though to this day they don't know what she had, and I've never said this word even to myself, I find myself saying: "autistic") and raising her is like raising four children so I know (and I wonder if the children even know what this word means but my words are received with trust even if they don't understand), but your parents need to deal with their problems now, so you need to be quiet to let them deal in silence, because they're probably going nowhere. And for such a journey you need silence like that of sleep and dream, from experience, so please don't disturb and chirp.

And the children are quiet even though their parents aren't even home, and it seems to me that maybe the children will remember this moment when they're grown up when they were told that their family fell apart, and so I suddenly feel responsible to add and tell the truth, that no one says, that no one else will tell them. And I say that you should know that it's possible the crisis will be resolved, and it's very possible that it won't, but even if it doesn't - then it will be okay, it really will be okay, I know from experience. Although really really, but this is just me telling you, and don't tell anyone, don't tell anyone I said, but really really really - it won't be okay. It will never be okay again, everything I'm telling you is from experience and that's why I also feel that I mustn't deceive you, unlike everyone else, including your parents, who mustn't not deceive you. And the children go to sleep after not sleeping all night and I woke up in the morning to the noise of birds in the tree by the window that sounded exactly like the noise of the children.

Nightlife