T h e w i f e o f h i s y o u t h .
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H e l o v es h er b re a st s , t he y t u r n h i m t o
h e r , s o f t l y i n t h e n i g h t . B e c au s e t h e y a r e h e r s . T h at i s to s a y ,
we re a c a nc e r t o t ak e o ne f ro m h i m
h e w o u l d k i s s t h e s c a r
no d i f f e re n t l y . T h a t i s t o s ay , h e l o v e s h e r .
​ R e p r i s e. .
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S o me t i m e s h e t r i e s t o i m a g i ne h i s w i f e a t .
s i x t y . S om e ho w i t m a k e s h e r fa c e .
s eem e ve n m o r e b ea u t i f ul n ow . S o b e a u t i fu l t ha t h e .
c o ul d g r ow g r e y h a i r e d a nd w r i nk l e d .
i n h is l ov e o f i t . .
America
Tishrei-Cheshvan,5760/September-October,1999
Here in this ever-divided nation, in our mass mythos
called, “America”, we make special obeisance to a stone
effigy---a certain woman and her rule of law---who says,
“No one is above the law!” This is a worthy precept, no
doubt, but it begs the question: What manner of law are
we under that no one should break its rule? It must be
a manner of law that is written in wisdom; and enforced
in self-discipline; and interpreted in justice executed
selflessly. Anything less than this and we have, so to
speak, a problem. America has a problem with authority.
Even from the times she first appeared on the coastline
of this rich and fertile earth that lies between oceans
of water, she’s searched for a place of authority where
she can enjoy security. A woman will follow every path
of authority. Just like the waters seek out every path
of gravity, so people will seek secure places to gather.
Gravity’s power is in numbers; but the power of a woman
is in her place of authority. Authority commands power.
A mother is to her people what a husband is to his wife.
A leader is to the masses what a virgin woman is to men.
A ruler is to a courtroom what a father is to his house.
Harsh fathers produce brutish judges. Children without
fathers are one consequence of promiscuities; and their
leaders will forever be children from among their ranks.
The mother of an abusive husband will question his wife
accusingly; and that son will lay the blame at the feet
of his own mother.
Such wives left the lands of their own mothers to be
free of the tyranny of their own households. And their
virgin daughters searched out a safe place among masses
of fatherless men. And they found men who said to them,
“God will be our father in this place. And his teaching
will mother us all. And we will follow his instruction
as we husband our houses.” But the daughter of America
said, “God I can trust. But what kind of a father will
you be? If you will be my children’s judge then I must
be justice; and if you will be their leader then I must
be liberty; and if you will discipline them then I must
be the law. Only in this way will I consent to be your
betrothed.” And then they answered her as one man with
one voice, saying, “Well said. Be wisdom then. Be law;
and liberty; and justice: for all who live in our house.”
Then the great deceiver came before the G-d of Torah
from his work among the sons of men, saying, “Is it not
true that these people pay mere lip-service to You? Is
it not true that she who was betrothed to Your W-rd has
said in her heart, ‘When will I marry my Prince? Where
is the promise of His coming? I can wait no longer. I
will sit as the queen in His absence.’? Is it not true
that she has consented to become a queen in my kingdoms?”
Then HaShem answered him, saying, “Those who have My
Torah are faithful to Me. This woman of yours is yours.”
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Who was the spiritual progenitor of this behavior we
call, “Self-government”? What act did he perform; what
lie did he not tell? That lad with a king’s name never
cut down a cherry tree; and if he said he did he told a
lie. But the deist left the wife of his youth for lust
of a woman who calls herself, “sophia”. She said, “Let
me be your mistress; you can keep your wife; and no one
will ever know but us.” And so he kept his wife and he
slept with his mistress; and he couldn’t look at either
one for long---he couldn’t bear the gaze of a beauty he
had undone; and he couldn’t bear the gaze of the beauty
that undid him. They both knew him well; they both saw
his nakedness; but he couldn’t look at them long enough
to see that sophia only pretended to love him while his
wife only pretended not to. Sophia had a lover and she
was always waiting for his secret summons saying, “Meet
me tonight;” and when the darkness came she would go to
his estate. One night he said to her, “I will be going
abroad for a time; and when I return I will make you my
wife. But until then, remember: he must not know about
us.”
The deist’s wife grew wearied in her unrequited love;
and she said in her heart, “Well then, I’ll love myself;”
and she said to him, “I want a bigger mansion than this.”
And sophia was his mistress as she waited for her lover
to return. And she said to him, “I’m pregnant with our
child.” And in the fullness of her time she gave birth
to a boy and she named him, “res publica”. Now the man
said to his mistress, “I’ll pay for the support of this
child; but he cannot take my name; and my wife must not
find out about him.” So sophia answered, saying, “Very
well. He won’t take your surname. But you’ll give him
everything except the household which is called by your
name; and he will manage the affairs of this land where
you have built your hopes. But as always, your wife is
yours to keep as you see fit. I have you. What have I
to do with her?” But she kept waiting for her lover to
return.
When word of his arrival reached her waiting ear she
was so sure of her position that she rushed to meet him
in the middle of the day. “You must only come at night,”
he said, “I should think you would find it self-evident
that you must always be his mistress and my whore. But
where is my son, res publica? It’s time to have a look
at our little secret.”
To this very day our self-wise deist thinks he knows
great secrets; but in those rare moments when he doubts
himself, the best that he can do is mutter darkly about
his foreign entanglements. And for the price of a loaf
of bread, his wife visits the monument to his greatness.
And what sophia still refuses to believe is that, after
she kills her son to please her lover, he will kill her.
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