Pirke Avot Chapter Five, verse four
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t have much to say on the verse, but I am told that over one-third of the population of our city have power, after only seven days in the wilderness.
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t have much to say on the verse, but I am told that over one-third of the population of our city have power, after only seven days in the wilderness.
In Which Your Humble Blogger counts like this: three, seven, ten, many.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has had technical difficulties, preventing this note from being posted with the previous one. I hope you enjoyed the suspense.
In Which all of Israel have a share in the World to Come, as it is written: Your people are all righteous; they will inherit the Land forever; they are the branch of My planting, the work of My hands in which I take pride (Isaiah 60:21).
In Which Your Humble Blogger sits in a comfy office and types about oppression.
In Which Your Humble Blogger uses the American spelling, as a tribute to my hometown hero. But I still think it looks better with the e.
In Which Your Humble Blogger turns the corner and enters the stretch.
In Which Your Humble Blogger finds value in this slow crawl through the verse.