Pirke Avot, verse three: fear of Heaven
In Which Your Humble Blogger pretends to have read Kirkegaard, which, you know, not so much.
In Which Your Humble Blogger pretends to have read Kirkegaard, which, you know, not so much.
In Which Your Humble Blogger tells a nice little story about heresy, just as a break.
In Which Your Humble Blogger can’t describe how strange the name Antigonus rendered in Hebrew looks.
In Which Your Humble Blogger manages not to leave the conclusion to a fifth note for this rainy Shabbat.
In Which Your Humble Blogger destroys the whole world.
In Which Your Humble Blogger looks at three words, or two, or really one. But what a word!
In Which Your Humble Blogger hums while he types, which has got to be annoying for everybody.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has some difficulty with this thorny issue. Get it? Get it? Thorny? Hedge? Wait, where’d everybody go?
In Which Your Humble Blogger already starts in with Hillel and Shammai. Does anybody think that Shammai got a bit of a bad rap? I mean, I’m glad he lost so often, but you’ve got to give the man his props.