The only way to think is the Torah way. Otherwise, it’s a sewer, not a head. There’s no ה≈ּנƒה¿ו „ֹ‡¿מ בֹטו in your head if you’re not thinking along with Hashem. It’s impossible! You’ll be a complainer, a nag – it’s too cold and too hot and too rainy. This is no good and that’s no good. There’s no ̇יƒׁ ̆‡≈ר¿ּב יםƒ ֹ̃ל¡‡ ‡ָרָּב. You’ll mouth the words maybe, some lip service, but there’s no devar Hashem wherever you look. All it is is clouds and sun and trees and people, that’s all; it’s all gashmiyus. יוָּפַ‡¿ּב חַּפƒּיַו? You don’t think so at all! It doesn’t cross your mind even. יƒנ¿ּב ל≈‡ָר¿ׂ ̆ƒי יƒרֹכו¿ּב? To actually think like that when you see another Jew? Ah nechtigeh tug. Never.
All the thoughts of Hashem are crowded out by the thoughts of the street. Either you have in your head Mayor Lindsey and City College and evolution; either you have a television-head or a Torah-head; it’s either or. Either you’ll think like Me, says Hashem or your head becomes a sewer. It’s not a difficult choice.
