Ribono shel olam, I hereby give up all my worries to you as a korbon. I want the world to be a better place. I’m of a unique kind who has a vision and therefore it pains me deeply. I’m looking around and I can’t see a real person with true vision, strength, love, and feeling. There was one but he’s gone, now who can stand in his place, pick up where he left off? Finish where he ended? Because truthfully there is so much potential, people are so hungry, even those absorbed in the society of illusional fullness. The yeshivah students in this generation, the young ones, are starving and if they would have a shepherd like himself, they would be given strength to unite and change things. But now who can stand in his place, when the memshala is in the hands of the leaders who give the thirsty salt to drink. Who can stand up in this time of need, who can stand up with or against the giants who have dominion passed down as an inheritance. Who, with a heart, with a mind, with a vision can sway massive iron pillars? Who? I ask. There must be someone. G-d, hachonen l’adam da’as, grant da’as, true knowledge and understanding, to those of pure heart, so they can have the weapons needed to win Your battle. Why is it that the outside people have the minds and the memory? Why is it that for the most part those who have a mind are lacking a heart and a neshamah? Why is it that according to the greatness of the mind is the smallness of the heart? Can’t they go hand in hand? Please, Ribono Shel Olam, this world is Yours it’s not ours, please Ribono Shel Olam, do something, change the tide. And I see a shift, slowly slowly the world is shifting, those were his words before he left, slowly slowly the world is changing. If America is now electing liberal presidents, ze l’umat ze, it must be happening here also. No longer will everyone be so cold. Though their definition of liberalism is allowing terrorists destroy the world, it is an open gate to true liberalism, to allow heartfelt people fix the world. I believe that sooner or later we will all stream out to the streets, dancing, without any fear, without any false barriers. I believe the day will come, it must. I just hope and pray that I will have to courage to lead when the time is right, and not just wait behind till I am sure that everyone is really moving. Truthfully, I’m going with the flow, I began the dance and no one followed, it was humiliating, so now I shut off the music though it’s still playing in my head, now I’ve joined the sunken dwellers on the dirty floor outside, dead souls, and I’m waiting patiently for some sparks, any sign of life within, then I’ll jump up and say That’s Right!, we can do it, I believe, and I hope others will soon follow and not just gaze with those forlorn distant eyes, I hope we can fan some coals that have died covered in ash, I hope we can blow those coals and bring them once again to life, for no matter how dead it seems, underneath, deep deep down, its burning strong, waiting to be fanned waiting to be stirred, but no one can get near to them, there is a thick deadness all around, a deadly cold air surrounds them all, and it’s contagious, anyone who comes close, gets cooled and broken down, they zap away your strength, suck out all your juices, till you’re lying there just like them. But I’m a little different, you gave me a fire that can’t be put out, an aish sheli is burning, desperately seeking to attach and spread to others, but no one is catching on, and I’m keeping all of it within, like a burning red hot coal, anything that reaches in will ignite, but no one gets too close, for the world has already warned, “keep your distance from each other, keep your distance from yourselves, shomor m’rachok, every bumper sticker says, don’t open up, not at all”. So now everyone is a loner, yes there is friendship, but its fake, you hear so many stories, but its skin deep if at all, truthfully however, one touch within will change the world, but how, how, how, how, how, how, do we make it happen, how do we open up these heavy duty old rusty locks, bolted like this since forever, keeping treasures deep within, afraid of outside touch, influence and pain, afraid that if they share it will diminish and nothing will be left. But they fail to realize its power, it’s a fire that can only spread upon contact, the more it goes out the greater it becomes, but the more you close it in the smaller it gets, and you think you’re saving the world, guarding torah for generations, but in truth you’re just preventing its natural expansion, it will flow inside all things, bringing life to where never was, but now you’re keeping it for yourselves, an exclusive privileged community, but you’re stealing life from those who need it, who gave you this right, it does not belong to you, hachochma l’elokim hu, and He granted it to all, every second it is held away is another second it could of spread, another life it would enliven, bounds and bounds it would have grown, and you’re depriving yourselves as well, for as long as it is kept away from its natural growth, it loses its true splendor, words without meaning, a body without a soul, you are starving your own children with lavish banquets filled with air. And this is what you are disseminating in your tall square brick buildings, deadness, a drug that drains out all life, lo zacha = sam mavesh, why? Because you don’t see, you never really trusted it on your own, it is still in the same old package that you received from those before you, never touched, never opened, you never dared truly exploring its contents, only observed it from the outside, preserving it for generations, and every generation adds another layer of dust, until its attractiveness is completely lost, it can only be force fed in whole, but no one really wants to take it in, because it’s very hard to swallow, but it can be “upheld and preserved,” because this intricate system of fear is very firmly in place, with threats of “no shidduch,” of no respect from friends and family, of being an outcast, a loser, not able to live up to par, of not being accepted into society, of not becoming “something, ” so some of them give in, it seems like the easiest way, and at this point it’s already hard to think for oneself, and they take this grand big prize raise it onto their shoulders, and begin the heavy effort of carrying the burden to the next generation, and the cycle begins again, but if you have a “big head” you can become an adam gadol, a talmid chocham so people will respect you, so you will become “something big,” or there is also a threat of hell, and a reward of heaven which impel people to follow suit, but it is fake, it is fake, it is fake, it doesn’t come from within, it’s a system based on nothing. People are afraid to be real, they feel its “wrong,” because the “system” tells them so. Oy veh oy veh oy veh whats going to be? Where are we headed?
But as I mentioned already things are changing, people are starting not to listen, the system is falling apart, the frum world is in a uproar about it, “what will we do? What will we do?” sooner or later they will see, it was the breaking before the fixing, for a structure which was built with shaky foundations a superficial fixing won’t suffice, it must be demolished and built again, from scratch, and that is what is happening, people will be hysterical about it, but Hashem is running the show, He knows what He is doing, and everything will be fine, redemption will come, “az yimalei sechok pinu” for all the destruction was part of the building, the rebuilders have taken over a long time ago, first come the bulldozers, the hysteria was for nothing, it was really good all along, “hayinu kcholmin”, we were just like dreamers living a world of illusion, but now somehow we snapped out of it, and see the way it really is, perfect, perfect, outright perfect, we will thank You with all our hearts. Thank You Hashem, let it be now.
“li’eila u’li’eilah, mi’kal bir’chata vi’shirata, tush’bichata vi’nechamata, da’amiran bi’olma…
