In our region, it is customary to use a variety of metaphors, images and phrases, whose "foundations are in holy mountains" (this is also a metaphor). Metaphors dominate the dome. Both the living and the dead. The variety is rich and spectacular to the eyes and ears: Hess was thrown into the crowd, an uplifting atmosphere and a mistake. Hearts beat and beat strongly. A crowd of tens of thousands and tens of thousands. Giant. Infinite. Historical. Nazis. Anti-Semites. Until the strength is literally exhausted. Silodin. Shock and astonishment.
In our streets there are "great geniuses", rabbis and tzaddikim, pious and holy and pure, every bar bi bi Rav Dahad Yoma, he is a genius, he is pious, he is righteous, he is holy, he is pure – just like the words of the Haggadah about the Holy One, blessed be He.
Every event is packed with metaphors on the pillars of the world, seraphim and holy animals, roars and prostrations, terrible plots, the shadows of Danhoria, Mariyahu Daabidiahu, Guzmain Damtapurian, a honey flapper, a holy saint. Terrible, really terrible. From where did you deceive her name...
As is well known, during the period of the Tannaites, there was one "Rebbe" – Rabbi Yehuda HaNasi. Today, every bearded Egged driver is a "Rebbe", as it seems to me that the title "Rebbe" (R. for short) is the easiest title in the ranking of grades in the celebration invitations...
And in a sharp transition to "geniuses."
Naturally, the term "genius" is not a trivial matter. In Jewish history, we knew about the "period of the Geonim." Rav Hai Gaon, Rav Shrira Gaon, Rav Saadia Gaon. We also knew about the "Gaon of Vilna" who shook the world with his Torah, or the Gaon of Rogatshov. And in contrast to a thousand thousand distinctions, in the great world we knew that the inventor of the nucleus, Albert Einstein, was a "genius." Perhaps there are two or three more 'geniuses' in each generation out of billions of people. A 'genius' is a genius. There's no substitute for that.
In contrast, in our districts, the "geniuses" are like the blue of the seashore, bulls and many like fish. When you try to squeeze into Itzkowitz or Zichron Moshe during rush hour, you'll run into 500 geniuses, some of them "great geniuses" and some of them "great geniuses." This is also how it is written in black and white in Bar Mitzvah invitations that are sent to their homes, and you have no greater proof than this.
By the way, for every two Geonim, you will find at least three "tzaddikim"... In general, today even 3-year-old toddlers are called: "My Tzadik". And there are those who add "a mother's genius"... And the earth will be filled with geniuses and righteous people, seraphim and angels. Only the place of human beings, the mentchen, is absent. They were swept away and disappeared into the sky in a storm.
And when you can sum it up, precisely because of the inflation of adjectives and metaphors, it may be time to carry out an accelerated regression, back to the simplest and most basic terms.
If there are 1,000 geniuses and 5,000 tzaddikim in every neighborhood, it's time to look for one 'mensch' for medicine. At least one resident of the neighborhood who deserves the simple title: 'Adam'.
Perhaps the time has really come for us to return to the language of human beings, to speak simply and explicitly, without exaggerations, without phrases, without wild images, but in a clear, clear, balanced and logical way, in things that settle on the heart, and without robbing the world's systems...
This can be recommended in the words of Chazal: "The Torah spoke in the language of men."
