Pirke Avot, verse eight: righteous
In Which Your Humble Blogger is faced with a judgment, and needs advice on how to make a judgment. Where could I find such advice? Oh, where?
In Which Your Humble Blogger is faced with a judgment, and needs advice on how to make a judgment. Where could I find such advice? Oh, where?
In Which Your Humble Blogger tries to make the advice in the text fit the universe as I perceive it.
In Which Your Humble Blogger answers a question with an anecdote. It’ll cost you a quotation to stay in, or a parable to raise. Whaddyagot?
In Which Your Humble Blogger gets all logical, as I am sometimes wont to do. Also, I use the word wont. So sue me.
In Which Your Humble Blogger consorts with Gentle Readers, who are, you’ll note, gentle, and not wicked at all, or they would be Wicked Readers, which, one admits, would be wicked cool.
In Which Your Humble Blogger refrains from singing the theme song to Mr. Rogers’ show, in a creepy voice, whilst waggling the eyebrows.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is back for more.
In Which Your Humble Blogger winds up talking about a movie again.
In Which Your Humble Blogger fails to relate all the stories and sayings about friendship, and all that, because, frankly, it’s a bit obvious, isn’t it? Although I should probably mention Honi the circle-drawer (who is awesomeness itself), who was presumed to have been killed because he refused to side with either the Pharisees or the Sadducees, but actually slept for seventy years, and when he awoke and found that all his friends were gone, said “Give me friends or give me death!”
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t talk about Amy-Jill Levine at all. I mean, except in this pull quote, of course, but that doesn’t count.