Mazel tov everyone who completed #BavaKamma! Here at #DafReactions, at #bigtalmud, we celebrate the end of each tractate of #DafYomi by reading a poem about it written by my friend Rabbi Art Gould. Here we go! 🐂 #Talmud
Mazel tov everyone who completed #BavaKamma! Here at #DafReactions, at #bigtalmud, we celebrate the end of each tractate of #DafYomi by reading a poem about it written by my friend Rabbi Art Gould. Here we go! 🐂 #Talmud
The sleeper hit of Bava Kamma 32a: You can only run in the public domain on the eve of Shabbat at twilight. I guess there weren't many joggers in Babylonia.
There are lots of ways in which Jewish texts can seem incredibly unrelatable, difficult to match with modernity, your mindset, or even simply your vocabulary.
On the other hand, there are plenty of instances in which Jewish texts, from hundreds or thousands of years ago, can be timelessly understandable.
The notion of somebody carrying a beam of wood and stopping to adjust it on their shoulder is one of the latter for me. Yes, maybe somebody carrying a barrel walks into him, and hey, maybe the beam-carryer should've warned them, but that's besides the point:
I cannot picture more vividly, nor relate to more on a human level, than that beam-carrying adjuster. You awkwardly shift your shoulder and grunt in the exact same manner that man always has and always will. My heart goes out to you, brother.
It's the little things that make the past seem very recent.