Pirke Avot chapter two, verses thirteen and fourteen
In Which Your Humble Blogger finds an old favorite newly troubling.
In Which Your Humble Blogger finds an old favorite newly troubling.
In Which Your Humble Blogger tells a story. Well, at least one.
In Which Your Humble Blogger may be writing this blog for just this moment. Or that one. Or the next one.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is making the international gesture for synthesis, even though Gentle Readers can’t see it.
In Which Your Humble Blogger finds few answers and many questions.
In Which Your Humble Blogger gets a little punchy, honestly, but we’re more than halfway through the verse.
In Which Your Humble Blogger likes one, and if you like one, why not try two, and if you like two, you might as well have four, and if you like four, why not a few, why not a slew, why not more!
In Which Your Humble Blogger has a very vivid memory of the illustration of this one in the book I learned from as a child.
In Which Your Humble Blogger tardily attends to the last of five, or the fifth of six, depending on how you look at it, I suppose.
In Which Your Humble Blogger was never much of either, come to think of it.