Sunday, March 11, 2012

A Bold Sketch

Today I want to write down a rather bold sketch, a thought that dawns on me as I keep reading the Torah. Something keeps bothering me. Since I have already read all the stories through the Old Testament, which kept ringing inside of me, reading the Torah with its greater originality and increased clarity, so finds the ringing a more and more discernible note, or notes for that matter.

I know, what I'm about to write is a bit extreme, maybe, and might be somewhat familiar, yet, just as utterly hypothetical as most thoughts about all this as far as I can tell.

What if the Torah tries to illustrate to us the human being and through it the nature of and similarity to the universe. It's chronology is the conception and lifetime of a single human being. All the makings, trials and triumphs a life represents.

The beginning until the flood is our time within the womb. From the first conception through the gestation until finally the water breaks and we get born, naked, like drunken falling into the mercy of a blanket. As we grow we begin to try being obedient, questioning, but ultimately compelled to understand and accept guidance even beyond our understanding, since we do not yet know ourselves.

As we begin to recognize ourselves, we share our truth without hesitation and are able to love without condition, but forces grow within us that will ultimately lead to rebellion, even if they yet lay dormant.

At some point we recognize that our obedience leads to duties that we grow weary of. We begin to see that our will is burdened by those duties and we seek a way out of them, even while we do not yet know what we really want, the shape and nature of our will.

And as we break the chains of our bondage, we drown the forces that had bound us and break free, even without a proper orientation.

Until one day we receive our first big revelation, the one that gives to us our values and their explanation, our morals and their explanation and our laws and their explanation. At the same time we get to see our origin and our upbringing and turn our original destiny, which had been with us from early on, into a sacred shrine, sealed as if known and not known at the same time. Within it is our future, even if its definition still grows around it, radiates from it progressively and adaptively.

And the trials of the time of our awareness begins. We learn all the things around us, from natural laws and physical phenomenal to psychological observations, social developments and organization to even the metaphysical aspects, triumphs that encompass all and fail if they did not.

And at the end we place our hope into our children, whom we brought up with all our virtues and iniquities, involuntarily and intentionally, yet with all the best wishes for them to understand and pursue their very own destiny, holding true to all the right values and open to face of the ever changing, ever spiraling cycle of life.

We are born in a paradise not of our own making and seek to turn our destiny into our paradise. Israel is but a figure of destiny and not a right nor a possession. Even the Torah hinted to this fact, but not enough to enable a recognition of the transcendence of its use. Because destiny is the blurry target of our spirit, who has us spend a lifetime trying to bring it into focus, it never belongs to us, but our spirit carries us there and has us roam through it. And such as many spirits share the same area, nobody can take possession of it, because it belongs to all, who share the spirit and allows us to function for a greater plan beyond ourselves.


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