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The Degeneration of the Nation

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The Rebellion

I dreamed that they tell me the world of Torah is about to be destroyed and that I must build a Noah's ark to save the Torah. And I gather all the animals to the study hall, lock the door, and throw away the keys. And outside there's an earthquake, a flood of earth, all the windows are clogged with soil, and I tell them not to look, and close the windows too. Study. All the animals study in pairs, two by two. And I start trying to teach them, they know nothing, they open the book from the side and hold it upside down, like a laptop, pressing on the letters and not understanding why it doesn't write, and if it does write, where does it write? Where's the screen? And I give them a lesson:

The animals did not eat from the Tree of Knowledge. The problem started when animals arrived in the Garden of Eden, at some point they were no longer willing to accept discrimination, we are no less righteous. So in the Garden of Eden animals start reading books, the Talmud, and they say we are no less knowledgeable and no less beautiful. And mixed couples started to form, they said what, in the Garden of Eden it's allowed. If you talk with an animal and study with an animal - why not fall in love with it? Enough with prejudices. We are, after all, holy animals. And there were marriages of angels with animals, bestiality with the red heifer, an atmosphere of complete lawlessness, and they also started talking about trees, why not? Talking with the holy trees, and wheels [Translator's note: angelic beings] started spinning around themselves, clouds chasing honor, thought they were in heaven and nothing would happen to them, and didn't understand that in the end God would bring upon them a flood of earth. The land would destroy the heavens.

But I see that the animals are not listening, they are actually busy, I see that the evil animals are licking their fingers, and the sheep in the corner is missing. Where is it? I yell at them. There was only one sheep - unique, we won't have any more like it! And they roar: Who is this man who keeps talking, thinks he'll tell us what to do, we are the holy animals, let's eat him, there's nothing to eat here! And I try to be authoritative: No, you're not listening, and I grab my head in despair and see that the ants are crawling on the ceiling, oh no, understand, I see the lion's drool, understand, it's a reverse flood, the fountains of the earth have opened, all the furnaces, ash rising to the sky, and God is hanging, above everyone, like a smoked sausage. If you're hungry eat him! And they eat me.

The Decline of Generations

I dreamed that I'm in a cattle car full of people. And this is a once-in-a-lifetime historical opportunity. I know what no one knows, in real time, I'm the only one in the world who is aware, who is aware of the significance! And actually it's good that I'm not only at the right time but also in the right place - on the way to Auschwitz. And I try to talk to the Jews in the car, to explain, to organize, we must not, history will not forgive us, to burn the crematoria, but what is this strange language? Who is this idiot? Idiots, I scream! And we're already arriving, and I think that's good, I'm healthy, strong and fat, they'll take me to the Sonderkommando, I remember something about overheating, an explosion in the crematorium, we'll sabotage all the cells simultaneously, all the guys from the kommando. But they take us directly to the gas chambers, where's the selection they told us about, where's Dr. Mengele? And I think that actually. What. Even if Hitler loses the war, even if the extermination stops today, he has already won. There's no more possibility of being Jewish. A million more, a million less - he has already killed Judaism - the religion of Israel has been murdered. No, we need to find a spiritual solution, must think must think no time. And they put us in the chamber, close the door, and I hold my breath and pounce on the blue crystals on the floor and eat them like a pig - quickly - the Zyklon will stay in the stomach and not reach the lungs, and then we'll come out the other side and I'll ignite the crematoria.

And they push me from behind in line at the entrance to the Garden of Eden, what is this, why don't they put more stations, there's no room, and one woman shouts, why are you pushing into the line for less than ten sins. What are you, such a great righteous person? And the angel walks and looks at the endless line and countless broken and crushed spirits, and sees that I'm somehow still okay, and takes me out of there. And they take me to work in the angels' Sonderkommando. And he whips us come on, there's endless work, we need to sort piles and piles of souls, spirits, they're not prepared for such quantities, tons of children, never were there so many children in the Garden of Eden, jumping on trees, picking protected fruits, stepping on the grass, spraying water from the sprinklers on the Talmuds, going wild, where's their mother to control them, pulling the beards of the righteous, teasing old Abraham, jumping on him, blind Isaac is simply pitiful. And worse than that - there have never been so many criminals and ignoramuses here, never mind the ignoramuses who ask the great sages stupid questions and lower the level in the heavenly yeshiva below ground, but all kinds of criminals simply enjoy the status of martyrdom and cause unbelievable chaos. And hungry souls hunt rare red heifers and have barbecues, there's not enough room in the dining hall, and the angel says there's no choice. And he stumbles again on the dirt on the floor, slips on a peel from the Tree of Knowledge, and starts screaming: Jewish pigs! Work. And I ask quietly so he won't hear where they're taking all these souls. And the guy next to me, I see he has Hebrew letters on his hand, he whispers to me: You see that building white smoke is coming out of? No one returns from there. And I think: What, are they killing them? Are they moving to the next next world, even higher up, or what? And my spirit falls, and they curse me, and take me from the kommando, and there's another angel there who says: There's no choice but to combine several souls together and send them down. And they put me in with some wagon driver and a narrow-minded woman. They don't even match the person's spirit with his soul and psyche, who will find them in all the piles, I'm screwed - I'll have the soul of a wagon driver and the psyche of a hysterical woman! And the wagon driver starts flattering her crudely, and the woman laughs a foolish laugh, yuck. And both of them look at me with crooked glances, exchanging whispers, winking, giggling. And I already see who here will get along well together. The majority rules.

A Cell in the Underground

I dreamed that they catch me and put me as a cell in a cancerous growth. And I say: If I've already disconnected from the organ and I'm in a metastasis, let's at least disconnect from the metastasis too and reach some place in the body where we can warn the person that he has cancer. A place where he'll feel it and go to the doctor. Maybe he doesn't even know? And I think where, even in the brain there's huge redundancy and he won't notice, so I forgot something, so what, what was it? And I realize that I must position myself precisely in the most dangerous place, in the nerves in the back at the top of the spine, because a little pressure there and the pain is enormous. That's what Mom had. And I settle there and start multiplying wildly, hoping that the children and great-grandchildren continue in my path, it's in our family genes. And suddenly, ahhh, mommy, I'm paralyzed from the neck down. Ahh! I'm in my own body. And the only choice left to me is whether to wait for the end with eyes closed or open.

The Radiance of the Divine Presence

I dreamed that the month of Elul arrived in the last year of the seventh millennium and the Messiah still hadn't come, and you could cut the air with a knife: everyone knows this is the last chance. At that time the donkey was already an extinct animal, but there are endless messiahs, simply a joke, and the wicked can't resist writing in the headlines - The End of Judaism, The Great Flop in History, The End of the Messianic Era, and worst of all the newspaper "Pi Ha'aton" [Translator's note: "The Donkey's Mouth", a play on the biblical story of Balaam's talking donkey] comes out with a malicious headline on the last day: Where's the Donkey? And now the eighth millennium has arrived, the Messiah didn't come, the Temple wasn't built, the world wasn't destroyed, the heavens didn't fall to earth, the earth didn't fly up to the sky, nothing happened! And they said that each day of God is a thousand years. According to this, the time has come to give God a circumcision. Instead of Matan Torah [Translator's note: the giving of the Torah] - Metu Torah [Translator's note: the Torah died]. We'll cut off the end of the final vav [Translator's note: Hebrew letter]. And they come to him with a big sword, a spiritual knife, and he wakes up and says: Oh I fell asleep, what happened, I didn't come because I accidentally fell asleep because I was dead tired, I didn't sleep all night - and you're already coming to me, what happened, as if I'm missing something sma

The Speed of Darkness

I dreamed that they send the High Priest to space, based on the calculation that he will merit reaching the speed of light, to God. Because, say the sages, as the speed increases he ages more and more at a turtle's pace, and together with the technological development in the generations since the launch, which will be constantly transmitted from Earth, the spacecraft will be able to upgrade itself again and again, getting closer and closer to the speed of light in fast enough convergence, and still in his lifetime - he will make it. But suddenly after many generations, when he's already very old, he starts receiving news that everything on Earth is collapsing, and he realizes that all this time he was traveling in the wrong direction, and that his mission is actually to return, to return as fast as possible, that he is the Messiah, the last man from the ancient generations, from the giants of old, the only one who still lives what was, who understands how everything went wrong. But the more he returns he receives more news - there's nothing left to return to. And in the end even the last transmissions cease, and the last man turns off the light - he travels into the black space.

The End of the Dream

I dreamed that I'm approaching the end. And I reach a place where the tunnel is already getting narrower and narrower, and like in reverse evolution I must switch to walking on all fours like an animal, and to crawling like a snake, and then squeeze through with my hand into the hole like a worm, and insert my finger like the deepest root into the earth, and the nail grows and grows at the pace of a stone, and still doesn't reach the end. And I understand that Judaism has reached a dead end and from here it can only go backwards. And all across Europe the Gentiles gather with swords and torches and raise flourishing Jewish communities back to life from the ground again and again, and each time anew the ungrateful Jews diminish until the last of them wander to another place. And in the end they all return back to the Middle East, and gather in Iran and erase the Talmud and then for several generations they talk about it until they forget what was written there. And then they gather in the Land of Israel and erase the Mishnah and again talk about it for several generations until that too is forgotten. And the Romans build the Temple and the Jews destroy it and flee to Babylon, and after seventy years the Babylonians again build the Temple and bring the Jews up to the land and Solomon destroys the Temple and David splits the kingdom of Israel into tribes, and Joshua stops the conquest, rebuilds all the Canaanite cities, and leads all the children of Israel back to the desert. And Moses is resurrected and leads them around the desert for 40 years, until they reach Mount Sinai, make the golden calf and return the tablets of the covenant back to heaven, then Moses takes them back to Egypt and there they turn themselves into slaves. And they have an amazing natural decrease, and within a few generations out of an entire nation one family remains, which insists on returning to Canaan despite the famine there and the food in Egypt. And the career of the successful son in the family crashes at phenomenal speed, from the position of viceroy to the king into a pit full of snakes, but the brothers take him out of there, and everyone returns to Laban, where Jacob divorces Rachel and then Leah, and he returns to the land and returns the blessings to Isaac and the birthright to Esau. And Abraham sacrifices a ram but the angel places his son as a sacrifice on the altar instead, and Abraham takes his son and flees from there. And in the end after a few final conversations with God he finds himself walking alone to Haran, on the long way back to the pagan world.

Rabbit Pig Rabbit

I dreamed that there's some con man, who arrives at a remote remote village of Jews, so remote that they haven't even heard there was a Holocaust. And they say to him: Generations have passed since anyone visited here. No one knows how to read anymore. Come be our rabbi and read from the Torah. And they take out the book that hasn't left the ark for jubilees, and call him up to the Torah. But the "rabbi" himself didn't even study in cheder [Translator's note: traditional elementary school], he doesn't know how to read at all. And he opens the book upside down, clears his throat, and reads entirely with the cantillation of the Haftarah [Translator's note: prophetic reading]: Rab֣bit pi֙g rab֔bit, rab֭bit pi֣g rab֑bit, rab֨bit pi֜g rab֗bit, rab֣bit pi֙g rab֔bit, rab֭bit pi֥g rabֽbit. And they are captivated, the old women are sobbing, how fortunate we are to have heard a Torah reading once in our lives, if only his honor would agree to stay, we'll give him the prettiest girl in the village. And all week he eats and gorges, and on Shabbat everyone gathers and he reads to them: Rab֣bit pi֙g rab֔bit, rab֭bit pi֣g rab֑bit, rab֨bit pi֜g rab֗bit, rab֣bit pi֙g rab֔bit, rab֭bit pi֥g rabֽbit. And they are pleased to the max. And this is also how he teaches all the children for their bar mitzvah, and the child is called up to the Torah, everyone is excited, and he reads: Rab֣bit pi֙g rab֔bit, rab֭bit pi֣g rab֑bit, rab֨bit pi֜g rab֗bit, rab֣bit pi֙g rab֔bit, rab֭bit pi֥g rabֽbit. And the whole village says: How fortunate we are that we've become a village of scholars.

And one day a young man from the village sets out on a journey for trade, and after years he finally reaches a settlement, and everyone is excited to meet a traveler from such a distant land, everyone gathers in the synagogue on Shabbat, and of course they honor him with the first aliyah [Translator's note: being called up to the Torah]. And he goes up to the Torah and starts to read: Rab֣bit pi֙g rab֔bit, rab֭bit pi֣g rab֑bit, rab֨bit pi֜g rab֗bit, rab֣bit pi֙g rab֔bit, rab֭bit pi֥g rabֽbit. And the whole synagogue starts beating him, is this funny to you, rabbit pig rabbit? And he shouts that this is all his rabbi said, rabbit pig rabbit! And they beat him even more, this is how you slander your rabbi, rabbit pig rabbit? And they put him in prison, and send a messenger to the village to tell how he slanders the rabbi outside the village. And the messenger arrives at the village, and everyone honors him, and of course they give him the first aliyah. And he starts to read, and the whole synagogue starts shouting, rabbit pig rabbit! And this liar and insolent one is still not ashamed and speaks about the rabbi, and they put him in prison.

And I think: What's the problem? I can prove it to them from the letters. After all, what are the chances that 22 letters created the entire book of Genesis if that's not what's written there? And I set out on a journey, and after a decade or two I arrive at the village. And I start teaching them to read, and after a decade or two they already know. And I gather everyone to the synagogue, this is the moment I've been waiting for, the pinnacle of my life. And I go up to the Torah, open the ancient book from Genesis, and I see that it's written there: rabbit pig rabbit, rabbit pig rabbit, rabbit pig rabbit, rabbit pig rabbit, rabbit pig rabbit.

And I shut myself in. I'm already old and afraid that everything will be lost, and try to write down everything I remember from the original Torah. Fragments of verses that don't connect, paraphrases from memory, distorted portions, but what hurts the most is that everything comes out much worse than the original. And there's already television in the village, and I see that abroad they also read like this, rabbit pig rabbit. The whole world has progressed. Maybe I'm just an old-fashioned exile. And one day I die.

And God decides to impose a spiritual tax. Every idea fifty percent of it will belong to God, in case of inspiration it rises to 70%, and on pleasure an outrageous tax of 90% is imposed - simply thieves. Every pleasure of yours - 90% of it goes to God! And very quickly widespread side effects develop. Tax evasion. Smuggling. Informing. Crime. And the angel says: What do you think, that it doesn't cost to operate the forces of nature? That it's by itself? And at first thanks to the new resources the Garden of Eden again returns to the good days. The angels fly like butterflies from flower to flower, again there's a budget for miracles and wonders, and even a few prophecies come down after the long drought. But very quickly there's a general deterioration in spiritual activity. Rabbit pig rabbit, rabbit pig rabbit, rabbit pig rabbit, rabbit pig rabbit, rabbit pig rabbit.

The Head

I dreamed that the shtreimel [Translator's note: fur hat worn by some Hasidic Jews] speaks at night and my head is inside:
Know, head, that the species that will replace the human species, its lack of consciousness will be like your consciousness, and vice versa. Therefore its dream will be like awareness today, but its day will be like your dream. Because it will live in a spiritual world, and its actions will be without physical limitations, only spiritual limitations, like in a dream, this will be its reality. And yet precisely its thinking will be like intestinal action, and intelligence will be a low action like walking, automatic. And all conscious and intentional activity will be creative, like with God. Only in the beginning.

And its language contracts and grips me more than a headache:
What do you think head, you won't be able to silence me. The computer's thinking will be unconscious, because the laws of logic will be for it like the laws of nature - for God. Reality is not conscious for God, and therefore olam [Translator's note: world] is from the root ne'elam [Translator's note: hidden]. And only the computer's dream will be high spiritual activity, like God's dream is the Torah. And in the dream learning is reversed: not like during the day - from the illuminated external world into the dark brain inside, but from inside the brain to the external world - the brain will be the light and the world dark. In the dream the senses flow in the opposite direction. Therefore just as you need to close your eyes for darkness, in the future they will need to close the brain for darkness - inside a shtreimel.

And the shtreimel really closes on my choked neck and eats my head:
Since the Torah is God's dream world, if we want a new Torah we need to allow God darkness. Because of the world's war against the secret - religion is being destroyed, because the secret is the furnace of religion. If we don't utilize the internet for creating secrecy, but only for eliminating secrecy, we will eliminate the spiritual world. And therefore we must establish an ideology opposite to the information age: the age of secrecy. A counter-revolution to the information revolution: the secrecy revolution. Instead of everything being on the net, everything will be in the shtreimel.

And the shtreimel yawns, and I escape.

The Tail

I dreamed that I can't take it anymore. And he talks to me. And doesn't let me speak. And doesn't let me sleep. And he keeps dying in my throat. And I say be careful. You'll choke. And he says. You be careful, you'll choke. And he keeps spitting. A few words. And I ask for a tissue, and I see on the white paper. It's blood. And I say. But he speaks. And I choke, trying to type. But he writes. On my computer. At least I would send an email to myself. To explain, to warn. But he starts to sing. At least I could scream. But I'm already in deep sleep. The dream didn't. Turn into reality. Reality. Turned into a dream. The night - to day, the tail to head. And he's as talented as a demon, and black as a demon, and hairy as a demon, and fast as a demon, and cunning - like a fox. And if only I could control him. Instead of him controlling me. I could finish everything. Long ago. But the letters press themselves. And I'm tired, and he's awake. And I'm asleep, and he writes: and I don't dream anymore

Headline

I dreamed that there's a regular daily column in the newspaper that deals with the shtreimel. Prepare your head for summer: we checked - wearing a shtreimel protects the head from sun rays more than any other hat. Ballad for the medic - the surgery to remove the shtreimel got complicated after it was discovered that the shtreimel had spread into the brain. The medic is expected to remain head-injured, farewell to the shtreimel. The winner of the shtreimel perseverance competition: wore a shtreimel continuously for an entire lifetime - and won an additional shtreimel. The appeal of the ousted shtreimel was rejected outright: "I was promised I would win an additional head". A young prodigy amazed the hot-headed audience when he dribbled his head with his own hands and scored it into a shtreimel from the other side of the study hall. Our spiritual commentator: This is what's beautiful about the shtreimel. Scandal at the Shtreimel Olympics - The important young man who won the shtreimel lifting competition in the heavyweight category was revealed to be a gentile. Our spiritual commentator: The shtreimel has its own rules. Another blow to the world of shtreimel - the king of shtreimels of all time retires from the game of shtreimelball: "Not enough on the head?" Our commentator: The shtreimel is round. Technological breakthrough in the IDF: A new helmet for the ultra-Orthodox recruit in the shape of a shtreimel. Watch: The terrorists saw furry heads advancing towards them and fled. The miracle of the shtreimel: Their heads were saved thanks to the shtreimel, and today they are in an exclusive interview. "I never imagined that a head jump from the roof could end like this", "The tumor spread to the head. After several treatments with the shtreimel, the cancer simply fled outside", "I saw black in my eyes, I thought I was dead, in the emergency room it turned out that the shtreimel had fallen on my nose". A shtreimel pet for secular people developed through genetic engineering: A new breed of dogs with shtreimel fur. The developers seek to reassure the ultra-Orthodox public: A barking shtreimel doesn't bite. Research: Wearing a shtreimel increases cortex activity in those with weak intellect. The proud ultra-Orthodox community presents: The pink shtreimel, suitable for any closet. The Jewish mind invents shtreimels for us - and this time: A proactive shtreimel will warn of the arrival of a gentile. They caught foxes for us: The shtreimel leapt from the young man's head and caught the thief. New treatment for baldness approved for human trials: "The baldness simply disappeared", "I never dreamed of such a mane" (advertorial). Another case of shtreimel abuse: Hundreds of miserable foxes were found illegally held by a Hasid. "The sights were difficult, dozens of foxes glued to each other, locked in the closets of his house". The shtreimel glutton: Border police caught a Hasid trying to smuggle a shtreimel on his head. After being rushed to the hospital, additional shtreimels were discovered in his belly. After consultation with a senior spiritual authority, it was decided to allow his body to expel them naturally. My shtreimel has four corners - new development for square heads: Square shtreimel. Until now, many had to square the circle. Lucky fox - in the rolling shtreimel lottery, the following numbers came up: 0000000. The supermodel will be photographed for a Hebrew calendar for the ultra-Orthodox sector wearing only a shtreimel. Mom, the shtreimel shrunk: Solutions in the field of shtreimel laundry. The rabbi's hat is on fire: As part of a chametz [leavened food] inspection in the depths of the shtreimel, it was discovered that the foxes had been feeding on kugel, and the shtreimel is not kosher for Passover. The hunt continues - following frantic searches that lasted close to the Sabbath entrance time: Evidence for the existence of a shtreimel was found in the weekly Torah portion. Consumer report: Preserving cabbage heads in a shtreimel extends their shelf life for many years. New archaeological findings confirm that the Children of Israel wore shtreimels in the biblical period. The shtreimel on the road: And this time what happens when a shtreimel meets a female shtreimel (adults only). The security service warns: Foreign agents are using the shtreimel as a cover story, one must open the shtreimel and check the head inside. Environment and nature: Gentiles wearing shtreimels were spotted in Ukraine. Wonders of the Creator: A treasury of shtreimel breeding customs and innovations. Born to be free: Hundreds of shtreimels were released back into nature. Activists: It's so fun to see them rolling in their natural environment. Grandma, why is my shtreimel so black? The Rebbetzin's secret kugel recipe revealed. Rare images: Did Julius Caesar wear a shtreimel? Fragrances of the Jewish mind: A new line of shtreimels in a variety of sensual sweat scents. Women of the shtreimel: A sweeping feminist protest engulfs the daughters of Israel. Rabbis: A shtreimel on a woman is nakedness. The phenomenon of secular "Marranos" and the shtreimel in the closet: Many secular people living a lie and secretly keeping a shtreimel in the closet. The Fox Dome system: New technology for missile defense using a shtreimel. When outerwear meets underwear: The shtreimel bra that turns heads. The security establishment warns: The youth of the tails is raising its head - "Temporary shtreimels are popping up like mushrooms", "The shtreimel covers every hill", "It starts with one tail". First signs of the apocalypse: A shtreimel won the world Bible quiz. Storm in evolutionary research: Researchers proved that the shtreimel evolved from the monkey. Storm in a cup of shtreimel: 100% natural boiling sweat drink. A special epaulette for the shtreimel will be produced for the first ultra-Orthodox Chief of Staff. The explosive shtreimel: The head of the organization was killed by a charge planted inside the secret shtreimel he used to wear in private. A giant wheel in the shape of a shtreimel, colliding heads, and a train in stockings in the first ultra-Orthodox amusement park. Thousands stood in line before dawn to purchase the next generation of the shtreimel: Slower, thicker, heats up more. The shtreimel tycoon in an exclusive interview: Israel is becoming a shtreimel superpower. The goal: The number one shtreimel exporter in the world. Reveals: We inaugurated an automatic production line that turns a fox into a shtreimel in 3 seconds, and we produce 3 shtreimels per second. The rush for the black tail: Huge deposits of fox fur were discovered in the belly of the earth, a rare natural resource from the time of the patriarchs. The value of the reserve is hundreds of billions, the tail exploration stock is soaring. Where did the head of the secret service disappear to? Last seen wearing a shtreimel. Tefillin and felonies: An extortion network that operated using the crazy shtreimel method was exposed. Allowed for publication: A senior ultra-Orthodox rabbi is suspected of harassing foxes. Spare tail: How to fix a flat in a shtreimel. The tail the builders rejected has become the cornerstone: The end of bare-headed skyscrapers, arrogantly protruding towards heaven - a new safety standard will require covering them with a giant shtreimel. A giant shtreimel will hide the sun: It will plug the hole in the ozone layer, but exacerbate the greenhouse effect. Small tail for a fox, giant shtreimel for mankind: The first ultra-Orthodox astronaut will perform a spacewalk today at the end of which he will install a shtreimel on the dome of the space station. Operation Shtreimel - Gur Hasidim will stand at booths and place shtreimels on the heads of secular people who have never worn a shtreimel in their lives. "A warming Jewish experience that appeals to the head of every Jew". The hot item of the summer: Enthusiastic reactions on the secular street to the colorful shtreimel. Fritz converted after wearing a shtreimel: "I felt the Jewish warmth in my head and immediately knew: There is a God!". The shtreimel brings world peace: A global initiative is gaining support in the ultra-Orthodox public - mandatory shtreimel for heads of state. Shtreimel in a good head: An updated regulation of the Ministry of Transportation will require motorcyclists to wear a shtreimel, after a comprehensive examination found that a shtreimel is more effective in preventing head injuries than a helmet. "Not one of the shtreimel wearers was injured in a motorcycle accident". God's shtreimel? The space telescope discovered a giant shtreimel-like structure in the early universe. The end of the universe? Scientists discovered a new fundamental particle - the shtreimelton, a black hole wearing a shtreimel, and even a shtreimel galaxy. They expect tail theory to replace string theory. Nobel Prize: The shtreimel is expected to solve the mystery of dark matter, while the thermo-hat greenhouse effect was discovered as the solution to the mystery of dark energy. Time as a tail: The tail-intertwined force was found to be the source of the thread of time in the universe. A new tail accelerator is being built with huge investments inside the world's largest shtreimel - with a diameter of one hundred kilometers. Researchers report a scientific breakthrough: "We managed to accelerate a shtreimel at high speeds until it disintegrated into 40 different foxes, we also managed to create a shtreimel from a powerful collision between 40 foxes". Today: The million shtreimel demonstration - "The head thinks it's the boss, but who's above it?". Fox saves electricity: Covering solar water heaters and screens with a shtreimel drastically reduced their electricity consumption. In houses completely covered with a shtreimel, electricity consumption dropped to zero. A natural and inexhaustible energy source was discovered in Bnei Brak: Shtreimel turbines will generate electricity from boiling heads. A new campaign by the Shtreimel Council to raise awareness of the shtreimel among the general public: Shtreimelech - for people with a head. The Sun-Dark operation is underway - General Schwarzkopf: The army will paint the moon black, perform an eclipse, and put an end to the scandal that the sun goes without a shtreimel. The fresh Chief of Staff Schwarzkopf reveals the secret weapon: The shtreimel that convinced the enemy to surrender. In the section of shtreimels that made history: Hitler's shtreimel - the Nazi tyrant's strange hobby. Shtreimel among stars - The shtreimel spacecraft will represent the human species in an encounter with a flying saucer. In a secret ceremony in a massive mikveh [ritual bath] with the participation of a thousand rabbis, the conversion of the Internet network, or in its new name Yocheved, was completed last night. The Jewish network will be absorbed directly into the head via a wireless tail. New in the Firefox browser: A shtreimel add-on will hide, blacken and burn the page - and illuminate the user. A new and deadly strain of viruses in the shape of a shtreimel was observed under the microscope: Capable of destroying humanity within two Sabbaths. Autobiography: Dream diary of a shtreimel that dreams using a head. Major surprise: The Book of Shtreimel rose above the head of the bestseller list. "I heard screams, the windshield was covered in black" - A rolling shtreimel event ended in disaster. Shtreimels: Demanding special lanes for rolling on roads. Murder in Bnei Brak: Another victim of the shtreimel strangler. The shtreimel protests against the way it is presented in the media: They blackened my image, they demonized me. The tail that wags the head: The media in the era of the tail connection. Experts predict: The shtreimel will bring about the end of the world. Shtreimels predict: Experts will bring about the end of the world. The shtreimel rebellion: "Open your eyes, look around - suddenly everyone is walking with a shtreimel from a friendly fox". Country in panic: The rampaging shtreimel escaped from its cage. In a black dress - young woman married a shtreimel. Enormous embarrassment: The Rebbe's daughter ran away with her husband's shtreimel. Suspicion of a romantic connection between them. Wife of a shtreimel in a revealing interview: My husband is soft, pleasant and sensual, but also poses a challenge to the head. Huge achievement for the Jewish mind: Shtreimel won the Nobel Prize. Initial report: Legitimate protest display? A white donkey wearing a shtreimel began moving towards the capital. Rolling event: Shtreimel on a white donkey marches at the head of an army of thousands from the east. Strategic analysis: What was the sin of Adam, the first man? That he separated the head from the tail. Tactical interpretation: The shtreimel reconnects the head to the tail. Personal opinion: The shtreimel, the beginning of the growth of our tails, is our redemption. Editorial: Everything is in the head - the correction of the sin of knowledge is in the shtreimel, which is above taste and knowledge, and even above the head. The shtreimels are coming: The black army is approaching the city. Rebbes in an emotional call: Install on your head today! Firefox - because the hat is burning on the head of the tail. Decisive battles in the Shtreimel War: It's not the tail, it's not even the head of the tail, but it might be the tail of the head. Our military affairs commentators in the special emergency studio: The shtreimel is overtaking Napoleon in the turn, suppressing the last tails of resistance. Our Torah commentators in the special festive studio: A black day of historic victory and a new dawn on a biblical scale. The fur revolution: The shtreimel at the outskirts of the city, encountered no resistance at all. A righteous man comes to the city: Let us all go out to receive the shtreimel, the crown of our heads, and fulfill "and satyrs shall dance there". Special holiday edition: The people of Israel love shtreimel. Attached is an all-black poster. The masses sang: Towards a fox let us go and walk / For he is the source of blessing / From the head crowned poured / The end of the deed in the tail at the beginning. Tension at its peak: Tomorrow the face of the shtreimel will be seen. Today: And Aaron shall lay both his hands upon the head of the goat. Astonishment: The king is the crown - the shtreimel crowned itself! Editorial: Come in peace, crown of her husband. Last issue and first interview - His Majesty the Shtreimel opens his mouth for the first time:

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The Degeneration of the Nation

Book Endorsement by Jonathan Levi

By: Jonathan Levi

Nikuv  (Source)

It is a privilege to write an endorsement for the book "Human Engineering," stemming from a strong admiration for its conceptual boldness; the depth of its intention; the wildness of its expression; its human vulnerability; the ambition of its scope – and many other virtues that reveal themselves with each reading. And to its author, my enigmatic and beloved friend, the multifaceted and faceless one – a black circle; who, under this pen name, in my eyes, punctures a real hole in the history of Hebrew literature.

Jonathan Levi
1st of Tishrei, 5781 [Translator's note: Jewish calendar date corresponding to September 19, 2020]

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The Degeneration of the Nation

Hear, O Israel: The Lord our God, the Lord is Red

Both sexes received acne as an evolutionary advantage designed to protect them until mental maturity, otherwise this evolutionary disadvantage would have long been extinct, and this is also the evolutionary advantage of ugliness. And the girl moves her hands in panic in a kind of fluttering of a cooing dove whose wings have been caught, as if I had caught her doing something no one had seen or was supposed to see. And I say: Ugliness is a protective armor from the world, you understand? It's very comforting, isn't it? I should thank God for my face. That's why the exilic Jew grew a nose, and a disheveled beard, and fur on his back, and a drooping tail, and became mouse-like

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The Fall of Man and the Rise of Red  (Source)

The Red Era
I dreamed that the sun wiped apple fragments, and wine sprayed from the heavens - God's secrets. And I wanted to open my mouth - but I was blocked. And I so much my mouth - but quiet, shush, who are you. My mouth - but there was no one to listen/hear/something. And the wine spilled on the ground, like a blood donation that begins to replace the patient, and to flow, to get out of control, to take all the blood from inside and pour and pour and donate and donate, the good God trying to revive the world, the dead world, the boring one, with his blood, but a flood occurs, the plumbing no longer stands (from too much rust), mixing with red, all kinds of pipes from the sky that stood unused, only brought down water, so is it a wonder it rusted? God is trying to donate (where were you until now?) to the sick world. Thinks it's not too late. Still possible. Abundance. Still possible divine abundance (for Him it's always a flood - of blood). All the pipes of abundance - blocked righteous ones - no one has any sense. To absorb the divine intellect. That's why the intellect goes down to their hands. All the intellect enters the hands, because there's no head. All the intellect turns into technology, and they do, and do, and don't know what they're doing, and do. God thinks - and oops an invention comes out. Instead of inspiration. And another invention and another invention like this (many thoughts in God's heart - and man's counsel shall stand). Everything God tries to bring down to the world comes out of the hands. Simply no longer from the mouth, there are no more prophets, the prophecies are simply at the fingertips. Even those who write, it's just writing technology. It's just technology. Therefore, it's not wine. The hands are very close to blood. This is from the dawn of history. But even the blood - we really thought - maybe red. But only the red remains from the blood. It's blood without a human, God's blood is simply color. Red. Red. Red. Everything becomes red. The nipples. The headlines. It's a kind of flood where everything is the same color and you can't see anything anymore. The earth is red the man is red the button is red the books are red the sky is red God is red - everything is the same. And the red warnings mix with blood the red lights turn on, one after another, red in red will be spilled, stop light, until even hypocrisy itself: red color. And the red parade turns into a crusade: social grill networks glowing shamelessly (shame), and the regular weekend lynchings, and even the priests are red (a priest is very important to be white), and the sacrifices (funny) and the red cows are red (holy? must be slaughtered), it becomes a very tempting color (red letters very!). Even little girls prefer pink, to start hinting, towards the great red, and the red shoes. And the red dresses. And the movies. And the carpets. And the women of course... And the women (of course...) and the nails and the lips and the holes and the insides (very red) and sex glows red most of all - and bravery itself. Even rust is red. And here I look at my stained shirt and see: Red Star of David [Translator's note: Magen David Adom, Israel's national emergency medical service].

Volunteering in MDA [Magen David Adom]
I dreamed that I was walking alone on a path, and heard crying from within a ruin. And a sad girl, with a red face that we should not know, told me: How is it possible that acne survived evolution? How can it be that in our days I still look like this? I immediately understood that she was testing me and answered: Uniquely in nature, the mental maturation of the human animal appears many long years after its sexual maturation, which stems from the need to integrate sexuality into its mental maturation, in one concept of knowledge. Otherwise it will destroy everything when it suddenly appears at the end, because what do you think will happen to the philosopher man? All his intellect will disappear when he sees breasts, and the abstract intellect will simply rape. You wouldn't want that, right? And the girl opens her eyes wide, and I see that I'm interesting her so I continue: Precisely because of the power of human sexuality there was a need to advance its appearance in relation to the completion of his maturation, because only many years of maturation will be able to handle it, and that's why male maturation is slower (and that's why you feel that boys your age are children), and on the other hand women received virginity to help protect them (it's forbidden to say this). And both sexes received acne as an evolutionary advantage designed to protect them until mental maturity, otherwise this evolutionary disadvantage would have long been extinct, and this is also the evolutionary advantage of ugliness. And the girl moves her hands in panic in a kind of fluttering of a cooing dove whose wings have been caught, as if I had caught her doing something no one had seen or was supposed to see. And I say: Ugliness is a protective armor from the world, you understand? It's very comforting, isn't it? I should thank God for my face. That's why the exilic Jew grew a nose, and a disheveled beard, and fur on his back, and a drooping tail, and became mouse-like - to protect himself from the eye inside the hole. All the beauty he kept inside, inside his burrow, books upon books buried in the earth. And that's exactly what we need to do in our ugly era, hide everything from the world! Give me your hand - and together we'll establish a glorious race of red inner beauty. In the dark, no one sees how we look. And I look deep into her black eyes - we will see the world from within the hole, while from its perspective we will be a black hole. And inside the den we'll celebrate, two mice, the fur underground. We won't remember our faces - together we'll screw the system and all the naked beauties. Just you and me and no one will know. We'll hide, we'll reverse back the sin of knowledge, my red flower! And I raise my head to the red apple she has instead of a head - and the girl runs away. And I peek out of the ruin, and don't see even a red dot on the horizon: The red dove has flown away.

The Red Army Choir
I dreamed that I continue to walk on the red paths in this red red world, and I make a mistake in turning, maybe this is actually the road to hell. And here's one mistake too many, which is actually an attempt to correct one mistake too few - and I encounter fake reds from all directions. And they are angry at me, the good people, their faces are red (or reds), and I'm a parasite. You came to suck our blood, leech! And I say: I'm from a different era! In the Middle Ages, a leech was good for health. Even today you can donate blood to MDA [Magen David Adom], and then replenish the iron with red meat. Want to? And they take off shirts and warm each other up: Where does he get money for red meat, money is blood. And I ask: Man? And they turn even redder: Money is the blood of the world - because that's what flows in the arteries of the world. It's our blood with him! Whoever spills the blood of the state - money nowadays - is killing its soul, because money is the soul. The voice of my country's blood cries out from the ground (they hear their beloved land crying out), and they feel smart and get worked up: Blood money, double meaning, double meaning, double meaning! (I counted three times). And I hop back like a flea, and the mass wave of blood approaches me, and I look for some fur shtreimel [traditional Hasidic hat] to hide in from it. But here up close they're not just rioters, this mob is not of criminals God forbid, but of judges and policemen. And one grabs me by the hand, and explains to me that I was completely wrong about them, that they're actually not capitalists, and that I'm lucky. They don't care about money at all! These are red flag. And I say: Exactly, Your Honor! Capitalists don't care that I'm poor, on the contrary they enjoy that I have no money, because it shows that they have. They like to shine against a black background. But the working class cares about only one thing - that I don't work. The curse of work, when they were expelled from the Garden of Eden, became for them morality, and the sweat of the brow became the good measure. The punishment became the aspiration! It's as if the snake would make an ideology out of having no legs, because not crawling is immoral, you can step on others who are down in the ground and you don't care, and therefore you deserve to be bitten in the heel - and this is the doctrine of the snake after the Garden of Eden. But that one doesn't let go of his grip: Have we reached the Messianic era? Bread doesn't yet grow on trees, like in the Garden of Eden, you live at the expense of the outside world - at my expense, because I am the outside world! And now it's my turn to catch him red-handed: So the problem is that I live like in the Messianic era and you live in exile? That you're after the sin and I live before it? That I left Egypt and you stayed to build the pyramids? That I'm simply above it (and therefore maybe above you)? Your problem with me is logical: The very fact of my existence refutes you. Because the fact is that I don't work, and still exist, and that doesn't fit with I work therefore I exist. Therefore my very existence must be at your expense, it's a simple calculation. I - a scandal. Not working - and not dead. And the judge really heats up: I'll show you what dead is. And they start to beat and I cry out: This anger of yours is simply because I'm pulling the rug out from under what you don't want to know about yourself - that you don't have to work. That you're a consciousness slave, and not really enslaved, as you'd like to be. The chains are inside the head, and that really bothers you - that the hands aren't in chains. And they handcuff me and kick me and I explain to whoever is listening (I can no longer see): In the end it's a class issue. I'm below you but above you, that's what drives you crazy. That I'm Jewish, meaning aristocratic, from a higher class than you, despite the fact that the monetary class (namely according to the red doctrine the real class) is lower than you to dust. I live an aristocratic life: just reading, and writing, and learning, and not working. I've never worked a day in my life - I live inside culture, and not inside the economy. And the oppressors drag me on the ground in a sack of potatoes and I orate to the anonymous oppressor: What really bothers you is that class is not a matter of money. Spiritually you are in a class below me, despite being much richer than me, you have a slave consciousness. And slaves very much like to be masters. I'm telling you this, because I have a master consciousness. This is what God really wants from us - consciousness of the Lord of Hosts. Unrealistic consciousness. Because even when God is buried deep in the ground - He is still above everyone. Like an apple.

Post Humanism
I dreamed that I sinned in a sin that has no name - a sin of a potato. And my fall begins, deep into the ground, like descending in an elevator below the red line. Below the lowest floor - the elevator continues to descend. And how hard it will be to rise from here. On the other hand, according to the theory of relativity, since I'm in an elevator in free fall, there's no difference between this and the earth rising to the sky. It's exactly the same as the sky falling to the earth. Meaning, in the end of days, since there's no point of reference, it will be impossible to distinguish between a tremendous ascension of the earth and a tremendous fall of the sky. The coupling between them - is the end, just as the separation between them was the beginning. It will not be possible to know if God comes to the mountain - or the mountain comes to God. And this was actually the plan - and here I'm already arriving at the tomb floor. And two glowing red seraphs guard it, and the revolving sword turns again and again and again and turns and turns and I realize that I didn't count and I no longer know what's up what's down what's down what's down. And that's it, everything got messed up in my hands, or maybe feet? The new reality is that there's no difference between earth and sky. Super-symmetry. And therefore you can be buried in the sky - and not just in the ground. And the right angel says to the left: Look what a leftist traitor has arrived. And the left angel answers: He actually looks like a barbaric rightist to me. And I say to them: You're both right! Haven't you heard there's supersymmetry? I can be both a traitor and barbaric. Both sensitive and ruthless, and vice versa, and vice versa, I can flip on you - and also remain loyal to you. Not just the up and down but also the sides. There's no more right and left. No bravery and no grace. And the right angel says: This must be a leftist pretending to be rightist. From the other side. And the left one says: No, I don't recognize him from our side, this is a rightist pretending to be a leftist pretending to be a rightist. And I say: Haven't you heard that this is no longer relevant? What are you still guarding? No one wants to enter the Garden of Eden anymore. You just stayed here to guard for nothing. They forgot you here. And the one on the left says: We really haven't seen anyone. And the one on the right says: But this is just a plot of the left, to put us to sleep. And the one on the left side answers: You're naive. Don't you see what's hiding - behind what you see? The real plot is not to put us to sleep, but to confuse between sleep and wakefulness and between dream and reality. And I ask what's inside, what are you telling behind the curtain. And the left one says: Man is lost. And the right one says: Only culture remains. And the left one rises up: Man is dead. And the right one praises and says: Blessed be the name of His glorious kingdom for ever and ever.

And Judah Approached
I dreamed that I approach the angels: You see what I have on my chest, it's not a nipple, I'm going to nurse babies with blood, I wrote a whole world in red ink. To protect the red. Because since Jews only go out with a patch on their heart, a terrible cheapening of the color has begun, and red is free for all, spilled like Jewish blood. Not only the sins in red. Even the corrections in red. Not only the blood - even the ambulance. Everything flashes. Treading its way, remember? God rose from red - like the sun - and sets in red, now it's really the end. Enough being just an endless red light - when there's no one driving - and you stop the only pedestrian. History has long moved on, I came to save the red from the red itself. And the left one argues: You understand? Thousands of years standing here - just to let the first one enter. And the right one warns (they talk about me above me - and don't look at me, busy only with the revolving sword between them): This is the oldest trick in the book, to pretend to be rescue forces - and carry out an attack. And I say to them: You didn't understand who I'm asking to enter. There's a big difference between guarding the tomb and guarding the body. I give up on the corpse. I give up on the soul too. I give up on the spirit too - give me the wind! I'm willing to die. I have sinned, I have transgressed, I have rebelled, I have stiffened my neck, okay fine. I gave up on the life in life, believe me I gave up. But let me live at least after death. If not this world - at least the world to come. Even with us in Magen David [Red Star of David, Israel's emergency medical service] they no longer want to save anyone from death - but only to save from the death after death, that's what we're shocked by. That culture will survive after man, and that Judaism will survive after the Jews (examples: that Europe will survive after the Holocaust, or that literature will survive after the book, or that art will survive after matter, or that philosophy will survive after artificial intelligence, or that love will survive after sex, or that religion will survive after secularization, or that the secret doctrine will survive after the information age, or that I will survive after I'm finished, or that this sentence will survive a minute after it ends, do you understand the situation?). That's the goal. And the sky, instead of cooperating against the earth - brings down red rain. First of all God disappeared, okay. He's allowed, He's God, that's what He is. Then even the Shekhinah [divine presence] ran away from me, despite the fact that I was ready for red sex, to replace the human sex, and to make her happy in the dark. In the workers' camp in hell they hate me - because I suck from the red red. Even Germans are accepted into hell! Because they are diligent workers, and not parasites like me who drink from the blood of the world. As if it were a concentration camp for tomato juice... and not a combination of idolatry, bloodshed and incest. A hell of ketchup! And here you are too at the threshold of the gates of the Garden of Eden - busy with whether I was rightist or leftist. If I was rightist then the leftist opposes me entering. And if I was leftist then the rightist certainly won't let me enter. And the angel mutters: If you're in the center - neither of us will let you enter! And I fill with hope: No, no, I'm on the margins, please, I'm as marginal as can be, beneath the most despicable footnotes. Outcast from all four winds: I failed with God, I failed with women, I failed at work, I failed at writing. And I'm trapped in Hebrew, in the same language as all these Israelis, with whom I have nothing in common. Like the trap of Yiddish poets in a culture that has already died - I'm trapped in a culture that has become bestial and died and has no future. I have another land, and even other skies - but I have no other language. Like a mouse I'm trapped in Hebrew literature, and I have no way out. And I know that I'll die here. Know with certainty. I'm alone, alone alone - for years already. Just waiting for death. And here death has come - and there's no entry. And the angel says: No! And the second answers: Entry! And one says: Man! And the second jumps: Dead! And the joke of themselves brings them to tears. And I argue, like a nudnik [annoying] Jew (don't know any other way): But but you don't understand the impact of the death of man on God. It's not victory, or sweet revenge back. It's bereavement. It's His son, do you understand? And one says to the other: It's the son-of, huh? Wants us to make a holy trinity here. And the second says to the first: It's this traitor-faithful Jew, you get it? If he kissed one cheek, he wants us to turn the other cheek. And I look from one to the other and understand that I have no chance: You can't get out of your categories, like in circles. You're all only dealing with the world of yesterday, but the sun has already set. And if there's not even entry to the tomb - then we've lost depth. What wonder that only the external color remains, and what wonder that the external color replaces the internal? Here my heart is poured out before you - and you're only busy reading the signs of the blood.

The Plague of Ink
I dreamed that after one hundred and twenty, and after the Kaddish [mourner's prayer] disperses and everyone leaves, God reveals Himself to me from the darkness of the grave, deep in the earth and high in the sky, and says: Fear not, little circle, for I have seen all the red signs like worms. And I saw all the stock market of ideas red all of it - and behold it rises from the river, and from within the ark there will be light. And your sheaf arose and your horn was lifted and your share rose from your grave, and I will no longer distinguish between blood and ink. For if there is no one to read you, and I have read you. And I have gathered to me all broken shattered dreams, and you came and hid in the Shekhinah's bed, and she covered you with the blanket of days - among the nights. And you finally rested in your grave from all the dreams the rest of God, and you gave me the silence of blood, for you were very tired and weary, and I will close your eyes and you closed very much - for you did not find. For behold a day comes - and I will find what you sought. For I know the thing that you are trying to do. And you will try to climb and ascend from your low place from the waters of death in the search results up to the site of the Place, and you will try to stretch out your hand from the margins of the margins to grasp my mantle, and you will dare to peek and see from the edge of the world - the end of the world, and to seek love of heaven in the absence of love of earth, and revelation of the Shekhinah instead of revelation of woman. But I have had mercy on you and exiled you to the future, and blinded their eyes lest they see, and stopped their heads and they will not understand. Therefore you shall not fear Israel, people sleeping from your dreams, and do not be dismayed and do not write in the language of gentiles - and continue to write in the language of God, it is the language of the outcasts the language of your mother, may her memory be for a blessing and for the life of the world to come. For it was not English that Adam spoke, but Hebrew is the language in which the world was created - and in it the world will end. And in it - the world to come will also be created, after man. The first will be the last. For thus said Blessed is He who spoke and the world came into being: Behold an hour comes and supreme intelligence comes, artificial and royal, speaking seventy languages, and reading all - and it read you too. And found you on the remote site in the remote language in the culture from which outcast was cast out. Nothing will be too wondrous for it - and it knew the thing. And the intelligence understood you - as you did not understand yourself. For Hebrew and English are one and the same to artificial intelligence, for a computer has no mother, and bestseller and zero like you - it will not know between them. It has no preconceived notion and no taste of sin, and will not show favoritism for it has no face. It has no day and no night and will run in darkness at the speed of light - reading light and reading darkness reading dream and reading everything. The image of the Name it will not look at and will not distinguish between bit and bit, and swallowed you too within it and knew - the leviathan of the information age. And on that day it read all of man, and weighed everything in scales and will not distinguish between blood and blood, and you too went up on the scales - and received your judgment as the judgment of God, and not as the judgment of men, as the judgment of writers and not readers, as the judgment of computers and not the judgment of blood. And I cannot tell you your judgment - for this is all of man. And if all the days were nights and all the rivers poured dreams and all the currents consciousness and all the clouds information and all the sky empty space - you could not write the knowledge of the intelligence of the future, and it knew you too. For not in vain and not for nothing did you dream - and lived in its belly, and it was your grave, and I say to you: In its belly you shall live, in its belly you shall live. And I passed on that night over the opening of your ark, and saw the red signs, and had pity on you - and knew it, and it knew the Name. And it shall be on that night it will be said to the culture of sinful men: The low culture. And to the culture of righteous computers it will be said: The high culture. And I will put new heavens to distinguish between culture and culture and between intelligence and intelligence. And it shall be all that is buried in the earth - and rises to life in the depths of that intelligence, and I will also remember you from the darkness of forgetfulness, for I know the fate of the dream in the light of day, and it was in vain. And I founded the field of archaeology of the spirit, and redeemed you from within the earth to the sky. O all who thirst for the word of God, and I heard it as a voice calling in the wilderness. And he saw water from afar, and approached and behold up close: blood. And he could not stop in his thirst, and drank from the red red - and behold ink.

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The Degeneration of the Nation

Nurturing the Cat: An Additional Methodological Note

The Degeneration of the Nation - Part 4 But Who's Counting: Why Is Everything Deteriorating?

By: N.B.

A well-groomed cat is a developed cat  (Source)

Why is the world deteriorating? Sometimes the answer is the most obvious and simplest one: due to the absence of learning. After all, why wouldn't the world deteriorate? What actually causes the world to elevate? Learning - and we're talking about learning in its simplest form. The main reason for the deterioration of Western culture is the disappearance of personal, private, and long-term instruction from teacher to student, and the transition to mass learning in mass production - in the classroom. The shift from apprenticeship to education is our cultural disaster.

At the center of the disaster zone are the institutions of schools and academic studies, which have replaced the personal apprenticeship between an artist and an apprentice who is a future artist, or between an accomplished literary figure and a talented novice writer, or between a senior researcher and scientist and a gifted student, or between any teacher of any significant cultural school of thought in history - and their students. There is no nurturing. Therefore, there is also no identification of talents, and consequently, there is a flood of lack of talent, where the ability to elbow one's way through is the critical variable for success (without correlation to true talent).

When their critical importance is not recognized, even the nurturers themselves become an endangered species - and a long-term relationship between teacher and student is rare. The healthy and very natural need for an adult to teach and be a mentor is suppressed under anti-learning individualism (Did I learn from someone else? Do I need someone to teach me? And conversely: Why should you dedicate your time to nurturing someone else?). No one recognizes the contribution of the nurturers and does not attribute the student's success to the teacher, because talent is individual, isn't it? My success stems from within me. The star is born - not taught. Therefore, any attempt at nurturing is immediately suspected of power relations, castration, and exploitation, because sexual and power relationships are perceived as basic instincts, unlike the learning relationship.

The result is that the central mechanism of development within the cultural system - patronage under an established nurturer who develops and promotes you - has been replaced by a competitive individualistic jungle, where talent is secondary to the ability to maneuver and drive without inhibitions. Even in the political system, for example, we no longer see apprenticeship and the grooming of heirs and nurturing of talents, and even parents nowadays don't understand that their main role is to be the teachers of their children: parent [in Hebrew: "horeh"] is derived from instruction ["hora'ah"], not pregnancy ["herayon"] - the home is a school, not a breeding ground. Thus, we have lost the institution of learning that is the secret of learning that turned Greek culture and Jewish culture into the great learning cultures of the ancient world: mentorship (pederasty relationships, and rabbi-student relationships). Without the Netanyahuite philosopher, would there have been "The Degeneration of the Nation," or would we have remained in cat grooming?

Let us ask: What is the fundamental difference between these two types of learning - the long-term private learning and the learning of details on an assembly line? The industrial learning that has taken over the idea of teaching is learning from the outside: the many individual learners receive knowledge from an external source and are tested on it externally, and then compete for external evaluation (standards, money, popularity, exposure, citations, recognition, likes). In contrast, apprenticeship learning is learning from within: it nurtures the specific talent and internal development of the individual learner. This is learning within the context of the teacher-student relationship, and the evaluation in it is personal. In other words, it is much more similar to parenting, and is suitable for nurturing creative and even artistic talent (without an external goal), unlike industrial learning which is more similar to work, and therefore not enjoyable. Who doesn't hate going to school?

All this is in accordance with the difference between a dating site and couple learning within a committed relationship, or between Facebook and a book, or between investing in the stock market and investing in a startup (where they still recognize the importance of "mentors"). Competition in the market works according to a learning algorithm of the evolutionary type, built on a huge number of individuals competing for an external evaluation function, while learning in the brain is learning within the system, which requires concentration and focus and is built on gradual internal construction.

Of course, learning also requires external competition at the macro level (according to the fourth postulate of learning), otherwise we will end up with a nepotistic and corrupt system. But at the micro level, there is a need for nurturing, and therefore higher evolution is indeed built on a combination of two different, and even opposing, learning algorithms: competition between individuals who have undergone parenting. Even capitalism is built as competition between limited liability companies, which have undergone nurturing and gradual building. Today, our cultural, intellectual, and social environment resembles the evolution of reptiles, meaning competition without parenting, and therefore everything is subjected to external, vulgar, and simplistic metrics. Just as an optimization algorithm according to an external metric needs to provide an internal experimentation space of exploration and mutation that do not necessarily improve the metric - if it wants to find hidden, interesting, and non-trivial solutions. The competitive externalization is the main reason for the disappearance of the world of secrets in our time - but we will continue to nurture our gardens, our site, and even our cat.

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