In the beginning was the destruction. Hard to understand that in light of the ethical findings of God on the face of the earth. The time has come to tell the truth and to disappear. It bores me to see people who died a thousand years ago born and thinking their torments have meaning. For God, the aforementioned Boaz and Samuel and Ebenezer died long ago. The world no longer exists. Five hundred frightened travelers stuck for a few months now in a sophisticated spaceship on its way to the stars of Andromeda are freezing. When they reach their destination the ape will begin to resemble man and three billion years later Abraham the Hebrew will go to the land of Canaan. The words "ethics" and "forgiveness" remind us, slaves of the directorship of the system, of the words "ice cream" and "treason." The origin of God is from a green and yellow moss that grew in the depths of space. The Jews turned God into what never could have been; an imaginary and arid god. The real God knew about the grief brought on Him by His believers and the creators of His imaginary image. The grief of those Jews chilled his wrath at their stubbornness a bit, and so He fell in love with the smell of Jewish grief; the grief was a real challenge and only thus did the tragicomic encounter between God and His chosen people take place.
The first Adam lived in two fictional versions. One was with Lilith and the other was with Eve. I'm an expert on the creations. I live in the solar system, sit here in Berlin to teach you wisdom. All of that is still to happen. And Cush will beget Nimrod, a mighty one in the earth. The Pathrusim begat the Casluhim, Arphaxad begat Salah, and Salah Eber, Serug begat Nahor, and Terah begat Abram. Abram will beget Isaac and Ishmael. Jacob the son of Isaac will beget Simeon, Levi, and Joseph, the sons of Judah will be Er and Onan, Tamar the daughter-in-law of Judah will give birth to Pharez with one stroke of strong and splendid passion. Ram will beget Amminadab, Amminadab Nahshon, Nahshon Salmon, Salmon will beget Boaz, Boaz Jesse, Jesse David. Generations will pass. And somebody will invent the wheel and will domesticate wheat and prophesy. Then Avrum ben ha-Rav Kriv will beget the Vulgar of Vilna who will beget Praise of Israel who will beget Unworthy in His Faith May He Live Long. Who saw the light and his eyes were extinguished from sight. Unworthy will beget Secret Charity. Secret Charity will meet the messiah Frank riding on the horse of a knight with a naked woman rabbi. Rebecca Secret Charity will be the daughter and wife of Secret Charity. Her grandchildren will be Joseph Rayna and Rebecca. Rebecca will give birth to Ebenezer. Ebenezer will beget Boaz. Joseph Rayna will beget another hundred sons and daughters. Samuel Lipker's betrayed father, the son of Joseph, will bequeath a diamond in his rectum to Samuel, Boaz will be the adopted son of his grandmother Rebecca and the stepbrother of his father.
Wanderings, hostility, and unimaginably vast expanses of grief filled the life of the Hebrews with yearning. From their place of birth they learned the price of foreignness. They were forced to invent a god and heaven even before they had ground to walk on. That is their ancient curse. Their roots long for the air, their treetops for the ground. Only people who understood heaven before they understood earth could imagine a universe and a creation as punishment or reward. In their flight to their savage pride, out of a passion for vengeance, hatred of domestication and lusts for uncompromising rebellions, they clung to one thing that had no foothold in any reality, to words. They had a language before they had houses, they had a grammar before they had a land, so they could create a future even when they didn't have a past. They created for themselves a creator god who judges the future according to what was. The desert was imprisoned in their soul, the wanderings were their homeland. God was more important than man. With the Hebrews, imagined glory turned into denial of life with unbridled lust for it. An inconceivable yearning was born in them for something even the very old people, who remembered everything that never happened (and invented in exchange a changing past) couldn't formulate explicitly. The times were wild. Tribes and tribes joined forces in ancestral homes. They captured cities and burned them. Desperate ones went to the land whose wine is good, whose women made merry in the vineyards, its villages happy, whose gods were small, nice, and cunning, and they brought with them a jealous and rough God. Thus they learned desire and curiosity instead of learning domestication and obedience. Bereft of annihilated temples, what the Hebrews measured all the time because of the words that couldn't defend their stubborn savagery, was invented time. Hence the torments were necessary. And thus God knew there was a people who created Him. Others had ceremonies that belonged to a place, not to yearnings, God saw the disgrace and laughed. That was the one and only time He laughed. Ever since then He has been indifferent and gloomy. He's still waiting for the beginning of time flowing from its end, there are no more people in the world, there's a black hole in the sky from the place where there was a world and He's waiting. Only five hundred passengers in the spaceship going to the stars of Andromeda remained. It won't get any place, its time is borrowed from a nonexistent clock. It doesn't fit divine time. In the invented past of the Hebrews there were fathers and poets who called themselves prophets. Inventors of sublime words for a people who captured words and were captured by them. The land the Hebrews longed for was hard, lordly, capricious, hating lords, incoercible, loving ephemeral lovers, hating wild lovers who sing her songs of beloveds. The Hebrews had to surrender to their most awful passions to know better than all others how lost wars are won and so they invented defeat as a sign of their life and survival as a code of life. The Hebrews always knew the grief of extremities, therefore they were so stubborn, and with their own hands they created for themselves the instruments that always brought destruction upon them. The wanderings begat Torah and intentions of purity, the laws-the punishment; the punishment was God. From the frying pan into the fire, like splendor. That is how we were born, always to be burned, they said, and the angels heard and wept. Only God remains indifferent. He meets the people on their way from their end to their beginning. How can He grieve at the torments of man if His first encounter with him is after all his descendants have already died? In that walking backward, He has no ethics and He has no sorrow and the anguish alien to Him is left only to them. Fate is not a law of nature. It's inanimate nature. There's a need for that splendid invented past. What they always knew about God was the distance of time they invented and it is the opposite of the imaginary but imperative divine time between their unnecessary universe and the realm of their impossible yearnings. To belong to a place that doesn't belong to you. To serve an indifferent God out of a disappointed passion for His love, I can understand that here in Berlin better than any other place. This is their great contribution to current events. They brought God to armed revolt against the laws of the Milky Way, in their extinction the Hebrews were kings of a proud and invented past, in their flight to the past they laid the foundations of their mass grave.
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Ebenezer was born five months after Rebecca Schneerson came to the Land of Israel. He didn't know who his father was. Rebecca Schneerson married Nehemiah Schneerson a year and a month prior to that. Before that her name was Rebecca Sorka.
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When Rebecca Sorka, who came to the Land of Israel as Rebecca Schneerson, was born, the sun refused to shine. A Hasid who fled from a city of which nothing remains but a few traces, and who was padded with a blanket of feathers flying in the wind, then sat in a cellar and shouted. Rebecca Sorka was born but she refused to open her eyes. They shook her hard and she started breathing and when she opened her eyes she saw her mother. Her mother looked at her and was scared: on her daughter's lips was such strong contempt she was afraid to raise her to her breast to suckle her. The baby started flowing toward her mother's breast and caught it in her hands, she was strong enough to grab the breast and seek the nipple. Her face was full and more pale than red and a lovely down covered her head. As she suckled her, Rebecca's mother felt, maybe because of the darkness in the room, that the baby refused to suck, that all she wanted was to hold the breast. She was even more frightened, and waited for the sun, but the sun didn't shine that day. The baby fell asleep with her mouth stuck to her mother's breast. She didn't bite it and the midwife touched her forehead and her sweat was cold. Outside, Jews gathered who had stayed in the synagogue and were waiting to return to their destroyed city, and shouted, What a city with no sun! And in the yards when deaf Yossel's rooster crowed, Yossel went to the woods to search for the sun and bring its light, at that time the Hasid who shouted in the cellar died and Rebecca Sorka chirped and a drop of blood appeared on her upper lip. Furious peasants lighted a big fire at the synagogue to appease the cross, and when the fire started spreading, the baby smiled as her eyes stared at the flames capering on the windowpane. That night deaf Yossel slaughtered his rooster and when the fire was finally extinguished the rooster was found safe and sound under the embers of the bonfire the furious peasants had set. An old woman who claimed she remembered the children of Israel wandering from the Promised Land and saw the Temple in its splendor dreamed that from the belly of Leah Sorka came a witch. But Rebecca was too fragile and delicate, according to her father, for them to bring three rabbis to take the demon out of her. A Hasid stood outside at the gate and shouted: Damned reincarnation, damned reincarnation, but at that time everybody was concerned with the rooster that emerged whole from the fire and they forgot Rebecca. Rebecca's father, who had already dreamed of expanding his business outside the district, said: Over my dead body will they bring rabbis to talk about the newborn baby. And Rebecca's mother, who nodded to her husband in compassionate silence, prayed with restrained devotion disturbed only by the sound of the crickets. The crickets that shouldn't have been in the house that day chirped incessantly, and in the morning, when the sun Yossel had sought in the forest decided to return to the city, two scholars brought up the body of the Hasid from the cellar, his face was wrenched in a contortion and under his eyes three holes were seen clearly. The midwife claimed he was crucified. Many thought the holes were such strong pleas that they broke through and erupted and brought upon him the tormented death that bears a hint. After the Hasid was taken out of the cellar, the midwife got up and fled the house.