Thursday 4 March 2021

Three Rabbis : Rabbi Scott, The Junior Rabbi





A Serious Man - The First Rabbi Scene

LARRY: 
He's very Good with Numbers. 
I think his Social Skills have held him back. 

Such a Sweet Man, though. 
Arthur has A Good Heart
And he never complains, unlike me. 

Sometimes I don't give him enough credit. 

Woman Guy:
He tried to tell me about 
this thing he's working on, this... 

LARRY: 
The Mentaculus

He says it's 
A Probability Map of The Universe


Woman Guy:
Does he go out socially at all? 


LARRY: 
He Tries
He's been going to the singles mixers at Hillel House. 

I should talk. 
I'm not doing any better. 


Woman Guy:
How is Judith? 


LARRY: 
Fine. She's fine. 

Woman Guy:
Sometimes these things just 
aren't meant to be. 
And it can take a while before 
you feel what was always there
For better or worse.

LARRY: 
I never felt it! 
It was a bolt from the blue. 

What does that mean? 

Everything that I thought 
was one way 
turns out to be 
another

Woman Guy:
Then, it's an opportunity to learn 
How Things Really Are

I don't mean to sound glib. 


It's not always easy deciphering 
What God is Trying to Tell You, 
but it's not something you have to figure out all by yourself

We're Jews
We've got that Well of Tradition 
to draw on, to help us understand. 

When we're puzzled, 
we have all the stories 
that have been handed down 
from people who had 
the same problems. 

Have you talked to Rabbi Nachtner? 
Why not see him? 

LARRY: 
What's The Rabbi gonna tell me? 


Woman Guy:
If I knew, I'd be The Rabbi



ARTHUR :
(EXCLAIMS) 
The air out here is magnificent! 

I'm telling you, 
if someone could bottle this air, 
they'd make a million dollars!





Rabbi Scott, 
The Junior Rabbi :
Hello, Larry. 
Good to see you. 

LARRY :
Oh. Rabbi Scott. 
I thought I was going to see 
Rabbi Nachtner. 


Rabbi Scott, 
The Junior Rabbi :
He was called away on an etz monim
Ruth Brynn's mother is in the hospital and she isn't doing well. 

Rabbi Nachtner asked me to cover for him. 
Come on in. 




LARRY: 
And she wants a gett

Rabbi Scott, 
The Junior Rabbi :
A what...?

LARRY: 
She wants a...

Rabbi Scott, 
The Junior Rabbi :
Oh, a gett
Uh-huh. Sure. 


LARRY: 
I feel like the carpet's been yanked out from under me. 
(STAMMERING) 
I don't know which end is up. 
I'm not even sure how to react. 
I'm too confused. 

Rabbi Scott, 
The Junior Rabbi :
What reasons did she give —
for the rupture? 

LARRY: 
She didn't give reasons —

Just that, you know, 
things haven't been going well. 

Rabbi Scott, 
The Junior Rabbi :
And is that True


LARRY: 
I guess. I don't know. 
She's usually right about these things. 

I was hoping that 
Rabbi Nachtner could... 
That he would... 

Rabbi Scott, 
The Junior Rabbi :
He would... Yes? 


LARRY: 
Well, with the benefit of his life experience. 
No offense. 


Rabbi Scott, 
The Junior Rabbi :
(CHUCKLING) 
No, of course not —  
I am the junior rabbi. 

And it's true, the point of view of somebody who's older and perhaps had similar problems might be more valid. 

And you should see the senior rabbi 
as well, by all means. 

Or even Marshak, 
if you can get in. 

He's quite busy, but maybe... 

Can I share something with you? 
Because I, too, have had the feeling of 
losing track of Hashem, 
which is the problem here. 

I, too, have forgotten 
how to see him in The World, 
and when that happens, you think, 
"Well, if I can't see Him, 
He isn't there. He's gone." 

But that's not the case. 

You just need to remember how to see him. 
(CHUCKLING)
 Am I right? 

I mean... The parking lot here. 
Not much to see

But if you imagine yourself A Visitor, somebody who isn't familiar with these autos and such, 
somebody still with the capacity for wonder

Someone with a fresh.... perspective!

•!CLICK!•

That's what it is, Larry. 

Because with the right perspective, 
you can see Hashem, you know, reaching into the world. 

He is in the world, not just in shul

It sounds to me like you're looking at the world, looking at your wife, through tired eyes

It sounds like she's become a sort of thing... 
A problem. A thing. 

LARRY :
She is seeing Sy Ableman. 

Rabbi Scott, 
The Junior Rabbi :
Oh. 

LARRY :
They're planning... 
That's why they want the gett

Rabbi Scott, 
The Junior Rabbi :
Oh I'm sorry. 

LARRY :
It was his idea. 

Rabbi Scott, 
The Junior Rabbi :
Well, they do need a gett 
to remarry in the faith. 

But... 
This is Life. 




You have to see these things 
as expressions of 
God's Will


You don't have to like it, of course. 

LARRY :
The boss isn't always right
but he's always the boss. 

Rabbi Scott, 
The Junior Rabbi :
(LAUGHING) 
That's right

Things aren't so bad
Look at the parking lot, Larry. 

Just look at that parking lot. 

Oh, and Out They Come : The BrainySpeXs





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[TARDIS]
MARTHA: 
I'll see you again, Mister. 
(Martha leaves. The Doctor pulls a lever on the console. Alarms blare and the TARDIS spins. There are briefly Two Doctors.) 

Perfect-10 : 
Ah, stop it! What was all that about, eh? 
Eh? What's your problem? 

The Chorister : 
Right, just settle down now. 

(They bump into each other as they work their ways around the console.) 

The Chorister : 
So sorry. 

Perfect-10 : 
What? 

The Chorister : 
What? 

Perfect-10 : 
What! 

The Chorister : 
Who are you?

Perfect-10 : 
Oh, brilliant. I mean, totally wrong

Big Emergency, Universe goes 'BANG!' in five minutes, 
but, brilliant.
 
The Chorister : 
I'm The Doctor. Who are you? 

Perfect-10 : 
Yes, you are
You are The Doctor. 

The Chorister : 
Yes, I am. I'm The Doctor. 

Perfect-10 : 
Oh, good for you, Doctor. 
Good for brilliant old you. 

The Chorister : 
Is there something wrong with you? 

Perfect-10 : 
Oh, there it goes -- The Frowny Face!
I remember that one!

Mind you, bit saggier than I ought to be. 
Hair's a bit greyer. That's because of me, though. 

The two of us together has shorted out the time differential. 
Should all snap back in place when we get you Home. 
....be able to close That Coat again. 

But never mind that : 
Look at You

The Coat, The Crickety Cricket Stuff, The.... Stick of Celery
Yeah. Brave choice, celery, but Fair Play to you --
Not a lot of Men can carry off a Decorative Vegetable. 

The Chorister : 
Shut up! 
There is something very wrong with My TARDIS, 
and I've got to do something about it very, very quickly --

And it would help, 
it really would help if there wasn't 
Some Skinny Idiot 
ranting in my face 
about every single thing 
That Happens to Be in Front of Him

Perfect-10 : 
Oh. Okay. Sorry. Doctor. 

The Chorister : 
Thank You. 

Perfect-10 : 
Oh, The Back of My Head...!

(Someone is growing a bald patch, or tonsure au natural.

The Chorister : 
What? 

Perfect-10 : 
Sorry, sorry. It's not something you see every day, is it, 
The Back of Your Own Head.
 
Mind you, I can see why you wear a hat --
I don't want to seem vain, but could you keep that on? 

The Chorister : 
What have you done to My TARDIS? 
You've changed The Desktop Theme, haven't you. 
What's this one, Coral? 

Perfect-10 : 
Well....

The Chorister : 
It's worse than The Leopard Skin. 

(The Fifth Doctor puts on his half moon spectacles.

Perfect-10 : 
Oh, and out They come : The BrainySpeXs
You don't even need them!
You just think they make you look A Bit Clever. 

(An alarm whoops.

The Chorister : 
That's an alert, level five, indicating a temporal collision. 
It like two TARDISes have merged, 
but there's definitely only one TARDIS present. 

It's like two time zones at war in The Heart of The TARDIS. 

That's a paradox that could blow a hole in the space time continuum the size of -- 
Well, actually, the exact size of : Belgium

That's a bit undramatic, isn't it? Belgium? 

(The Doctor offers his sonic screwdriver.

Perfect-10 : 
Need this? 

The Chorister : 
No, I'm fine. 

Perfect-10 : 
Oh no, of course, you liked to go hands free, didn't you, like :
'Hey, I'm The Doctor -- I can Save The Universe 
using A Kettle and Some String. 
And 'Look at me, I'm wearing a vegetable!' 

The Chorister : 
Who are you? 

Perfect-10 : 
Take a Look --

The Chorister : 
Oh. Oh, No. 

Perfect-10 : 
Oh, Yes. 

The Chorister : 
You're. Oh, No.
 
Perfect-10 : 
Here it comes -- Yeah, I am. 

The Chorister : 
A Fan

Perfect-10 : 
Yeah. ....What?! 

The Chorister : 
This is Bad -- Two Minutes to Belgium. 

Perfect-10 : 
What do you mean, 'A Fan'? 
I'm not just A Fan, I'm You

The Chorister : 
Okay, you're My Biggest Fan. 

Look, its perfectly understandable --
I go zooming around Space and Time, 
Saving Planets, Fighting Monsters 
and Being, well, let's be honest, Pretty sort of Marvellous, 
so naturally now and then people notice me --

Start up their little groups
That L.I.N.D.A lot -- Are you One of Them? 

How did you get in here? 
Can't have You Lot knowing where I live

Perfect-10 : 
Listen to me. I'm you, I'm you
I'm You with A New Face --
Check out This Bone Structure, Doctor, because 
one day you're going to be shaving it. 

(The cloister bell tolls.) 

The Chorister : 
The Cloister Bell! 

Perfect-10 :
 Right on time. That's my cue. 

(They both start throwing control levers.

The Chorister : 
In a minute we're going to create a black hole 
strong enough to swallow the entire universe! 

Perfect-10 : 
Yeah, that's my fault, actually. 

I was rebuilding the TARDIS, forgot to put the shields back up. 
Your TARDIS and my TARDIS, well the same TARDIS 
at different points in its own timestream collided and whoo -- 
There you go, End of The Universe, butterfingers

But don't worry, 
I know exactly how This all works out -- Watch :

Venting the thermobuffer, drawing the Helmic regulator
and just to finish off, let's fry those Zeiton crystals. 

The Chorister : You'll blow up the TARDIS. 
Perfect-10 : No, I won't. I haven't. 
The Chorister : Who told you that? 
Perfect-10 : You told me that. 

(Whiteout, then) 
The Chorister : Supernova and black hole at the exact same instant. 
Perfect-10 : The explosion cancels out the implosion. 
The Chorister : 
Pressure remains constant. 
Perfect-10 : 
It's brilliant. 

The Chorister : 
Far too brilliant. 
I've never met anyone else who could fly the TARDIS like that. 
Perfect-10 : Sorry, mate, you still haven't. 
The Chorister : You didn't have time to work all that out. Even I couldn't do it. 
Perfect-10 : I didn't work it out. I didn't have to. 
The Chorister : You remembered. 
Perfect-10 : Because you will remember. 
The Chorister : You remembered being me watching you doing that. You already knew what to do because I saw you do it. 
Perfect-10 : 
Wibbly wobbly 

BOTH: 
Timey wimey! 

Perfect-10 : 
Right, TARDISes are separating. 
Sorry, Doctor, time's up. 

Back to Long Ago. 
Where are you now? Nyssa and Tegan
Cybermen and Mara and Time Lords in funny hats 
and The Master? 

Oh, he just showed up again, same as ever. 

The Chorister : 
Oh no, really? 
Does he still have That Rubbish Beard

Perfect-10 : 
No, no Beard this time -- 
Well, A Wife. 

The Chorister : 
Oh, I seem to be off. 
What can I say? 
Thank You, Doctor. 

Perfect-10 : 
Thank You. 

The Chorister : 
I'm very welcome. 

(The Fifth Doctor vanishes. The Tenth flips some switches and brings him back to return his hat.

Perfect-10 : 
You know, I Loved Being You. 

Back when I first started at The Very Beginning
I was always trying to be old and grumpy and important
like you do when you're young --

And then I was youand it was all 
dashing about and playing cricket 
and My Voice going all squeaky when I shouted --

I still do that! - The Voice Thing
I got that from you. 

Oh, and The Trainers, and -

(He puts his spectacles on.

Perfect-10 : 
Snap. Because you know what, Doctor? 
You were My Doctor. 

The Chorister : 
To Days to Come. 

Perfect-10 : 
All My Love to Long Ago. 

(The Fifth Doctor vanishes.

The Chorister : 
Oh, and Doctor -- 
Remember to put Your Shields up. 

(But just as he presses the button, there is the sound of a ships horn and a prow comes crashing into the console room.

Perfect-10 : 
What? What! 

(He picks up a life belt. It says 'Titanic'.

Perfect-10 : 
What?!?

Wednesday 3 March 2021

Genghis Kahn : The Central Asian Borg


We are the Mongol Golden Horde.

Lower your city gates and surrender your capital.

You will be assimilated - your biological, technological and cultural distinctiveness will adapt to service us.

Resistance is futile.



You Don’t Even Listen.






“If You’re TRULY Interested in RESOLVING The Conflict —

• NOT Looking for Pretexts;
• NOT Looking for Excuses;
• NOT Looking for Alibis —

It seems to me that you would •welcome• a Change of Heart — and a Change of Heart that has now endured for THIRTY YEARS;

That would seem to me — to those who seek a Diplomatic Settlement — that would seem to me, to be Grounds for Rejoicing —

But if you DON’T want a Diplomatic Settlement;
If you’re looking for all sorts of EXCUSES in order to steal Other People’s Land — because you want to Control Their Lives —
because you want to •render• Their Lives •so• intolerable and unbearable, that They’ll finally pack up and leave, and go wherever They can —

If THAT’S Your Goal — then, yes — more than ANYTHING ELSE IN THE WORLD — you’re going to •dread• The Record I’ve just gone over....

Because That Record, is Your Big Problem.

The Problem is, for •whatever• reason, The Arab World, The Palestinians, have  expressed willingness to accept The International Consensus and Resolve The Conflict —

And unfortunately, that’s What Israel •Dreads•,
and that’s apparently YOU Dread — because you don’t want to •talk• about The Last 30 Years.

WEEDS












The Hound of Heaven


 

Richard Burton reads the haunting poem 'The hound of Heaven' by Francis

 

 

 

239. The Hound of Heaven
By Francis Thompson  (1859–1907)
 
I FLED Him, down the nights and down the days;   
  I fled Him, down the arches of the years;   
I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways   
    Of my own mind; and in the mist of tears   
I hid from Him, and under running laughter.            5
      Up vistaed hopes I sped;   
      And shot, precipitated,   
Adown Titanic glooms of chasmèd fears,   
  From those strong Feet that followed, followed after.   
      But with unhurrying chase,           10
      And unperturbèd pace,   
Deliberate speed, majestic instancy,   
      They beat—and a Voice beat   
      More instant than the Feet—   
‘All things betray thee, who betrayest Me.’           15
 
          I pleaded, outlaw-wise,   
By many a hearted casement, curtained red,   
  Trellised with intertwining charities;   
(For, though I knew His love Who followèd,   
        Yet was I sore adread           20
Lest, having Him, I must have naught beside).   
But, if one little casement parted wide,   
  The gust of His approach would clash it to.   
  Fear wist not to evade, as Love wist to pursue.   
Across the margent of the world I fled,           25
  And troubled the gold gateways of the stars,   
  Smiting for shelter on their clangèd bars;   
        Fretted to dulcet jars   
And silvern chatter the pale ports o’ the moon.   
I said to Dawn: Be sudden—to Eve: Be soon;           30
  With thy young skiey blossoms heap me over   
        From this tremendous Lover—   
Float thy vague veil about me, lest He see!   
  I tempted all His servitors, but to find   
My own betrayal in their constancy,           35
In faith to Him their fickleness to me,   
  Their traitorous trueness, and their loyal deceit.   
To all swift things for swiftness did I sue;   
  Clung to the whistling mane of every wind.   
      But whether they swept, smoothly fleet,           40
    The long savannahs of the blue;   
        Or whether, Thunder-driven,   
    They clanged his chariot ’thwart a heaven,   
Plashy with flying lightnings round the spurn o’ their feet:—   
  Fear wist not to evade as Love wist to pursue.           45
      Still with unhurrying chase,   
      And unperturbèd pace,   
    Deliberate speed, majestic instancy,   
      Came on the following Feet,   
      And a Voice above their beat—           50
    ‘Naught shelters thee, who wilt not shelter Me.’   
 
I sought no more that after which I strayed   
  In face of man or maid;   
But still within the little children’s eyes   
  Seems something, something that replies,           55
They at least are for me, surely for me!   
I turned me to them very wistfully;   
But just as their young eyes grew sudden fair   
  With dawning answers there,   
Their angel plucked them from me by the hair.           60
‘Come then, ye other children, Nature’s—share   
With me’ (said I) ‘your delicate fellowship;   
  Let me greet you lip to lip,   
  Let me twine with you caresses,   
    Wantoning           65
  With our Lady-Mother’s vagrant tresses,   
    Banqueting   
  With her in her wind-walled palace,   
  Underneath her azured daïs,   
  Quaffing, as your taintless way is,           70
    From a chalice   
Lucent-weeping out of the dayspring.’   
    So it was done:   
I in their delicate fellowship was one—   
Drew the bolt of Nature’s secrecies.           75
  I knew all the swift importings   
  On the wilful face of skies;   
  I knew how the clouds arise   
  Spumèd of the wild sea-snortings;   
    All that’s born or dies           80
  Rose and drooped with; made them shapers   
Of mine own moods, or wailful or divine;   
  With them joyed and was bereaven.   
  I was heavy with the even,   
  When she lit her glimmering tapers           85
  Round the day’s dead sanctities.   
  I laughed in the morning’s eyes.   
I triumphed and I saddened with all weather,   
  Heaven and I wept together,   
And its sweet tears were salt with mortal mine;           90
Against the red throb of its sunset-heart   
    I laid my own to beat,   
    And share commingling heat;   
But not by that, by that, was eased my human smart.   
In vain my tears were wet on Heaven’s grey cheek.           95
For ah! we know not what each other says,   
  These things and I; in sound I speak—   
Their sound is but their stir, they speak by silences.   
Nature, poor stepdame, cannot slake my drouth;   
  Let her, if she would owe me,          100
Drop yon blue bosom-veil of sky, and show me   
  The breasts o’ her tenderness:   
Never did any milk of hers once bless   
    My thirsting mouth.   
    Nigh and nigh draws the chase,          105
    With unperturbèd pace,   
  Deliberate speed, majestic instancy;   
    And past those noisèd Feet   
    A voice comes yet more fleet—   
  ‘Lo! naught contents thee, who content’st not Me!’          110
Naked I wait Thy love’s uplifted stroke!   
My harness piece by piece Thou hast hewn from me,   
    And smitten me to my knee;   
  I am defenceless utterly.   
  I slept, methinks, and woke,          115
And, slowly gazing, find me stripped in sleep.   
In the rash lustihead of my young powers,   
  I shook the pillaring hours   
And pulled my life upon me; grimed with smears,   
I stand amid the dust o’ the mounded years—          120
My mangled youth lies dead beneath the heap.   
My days have crackled and gone up in smoke,   
Have puffed and burst as sun-starts on a stream.   
  Yea, faileth now even dream   
The dreamer, and the lute the lutanist;          125
Even the linked fantasies, in whose blossomy twist   
I swung the earth a trinket at my wrist,   
Are yielding; cords of all too weak account   
For earth with heavy griefs so overplussed.   
  Ah! is Thy love indeed          130
A weed, albeit an amaranthine weed,   
Suffering no flowers except its own to mount?   
  Ah! must—   
  Designer infinite!—   
Ah! must Thou char the wood ere Thou canst limn with it?          135
My freshness spent its wavering shower i’ the dust;   
And now my heart is as a broken fount,   
Wherein tear-drippings stagnate, spilt down ever   
  From the dank thoughts that shiver   
Upon the sighful branches of my mind.          140
  Such is; what is to be?   
The pulp so bitter, how shall taste the rind?   
I dimly guess what Time in mists confounds;   
Yet ever and anon a trumpet sounds   
From the hid battlements of Eternity;          145
Those shaken mists a space unsettle, then   
Round the half-glimpsèd turrets slowly wash again.   
  But not ere him who summoneth   
  I first have seen, enwound   
With glooming robes purpureal, cypress-crowned;          150
His name I know, and what his trumpet saith.   
Whether man’s heart or life it be which yields   
  Thee harvest, must Thy harvest-fields   
  Be dunged with rotten death?   
 
      Now of that long pursuit          155
    Comes on at hand the bruit;   
  That Voice is round me like a bursting sea:   
    ‘And is thy earth so marred,   
    Shattered in shard on shard?   
  Lo, all things fly thee, for thou fliest Me!          160
  Strange, piteous, futile thing!   
Wherefore should any set thee love apart?   
Seeing none but I makes much of naught’ (He said),   
‘And human love needs human meriting:   
  How hast thou merited—          165
Of all man’s clotted clay the dingiest clot?   
  Alack, thou knowest not   
How little worthy of any love thou art!   
Whom wilt thou find to love ignoble thee,   
  Save Me, save only Me?          170
All which I took from thee I did but take,   
  Not for thy harms,   
But just that thou might’st seek it in My arms.   
  All which thy child’s mistake   
Fancies as lost, I have stored for thee at home:          175
  Rise, clasp My hand, and come!’   
  Halts by me that footfall:   
  Is my gloom, after all,   
Shade of His hand, outstretched caressingly?   
  ‘Ah, fondest, blindest, weakest,          180
  I am He Whom thou seekest!   
Thou dravest love from thee, who dravest
Me.’

The Riding Forth






Why Beyond Order? It is simple, in some regard. 

Order is explored territory. 

We are in order when the actions we deem appropriate produce the results we aim at. 

We regard such outcomes positively, indicating as they do, first, that we have moved closer to what we desire, and second, that our theory about how the world works remains acceptably accurate. 

Nonetheless, all states of order, no matter how secure and comfortable, have their flaws. 

Our knowledge of how to act in the world remains eternally incomplete—partly because of our profound ignorance of the vast unknown, partly because of our willful blindness, and partly because The World continues, in its entropic manner, to transform itself unexpectedly. 

Furthermore, the order we strive to impose on The World can rigidify as a consequence of ill-advised attempts to eradicate from consideration all that is unknown. 

When such attempts go too far, totalitarianism threatens, driven by the desire to exercise full control where such control is not possible, even in principle. 

This means risking a dangerous restriction of all the psychological and social changes necessary to maintain adaptation to the ever-changing world. 

And so we find ourselves inescapably faced with the need to move beyond order, into its opposite: CHAOS

If order is where what we want makes itself known — when we act in accordance with our hard-won wisdom — chaos is where what we do not expect or have remained blind to leaps forward from the potential that surrounds us. 

The fact that something has occurred many times in the past is no guarantee that it will continue to occur in the same manner.

There exists, eternally, a domain beyond what we know and can predict. 

Chaos is anomaly, novelty, unpredictability, transformation, disruption, and all too often, descent, as what we have come to take for granted reveals itself as unreliable

Sometimes it manifests itself gently, revealing its mysteries in experience that makes us curious, compelled, and interested. 

This is particularly likely, although not inevitable, when we approach what we do not understand voluntarily, with careful preparation and discipline

Other times the unexpected makes itself known terribly, suddenly, accidentally, so we are undone, and fall apart, and can only put ourselves back together with great difficulty — if at all.


 The fortress is taken. 
It is over. 


You said this fortress would never fall while your men defend it. 
They still defend it. 
They have died defending it. 

They're breaking in! 
They're past the door! 

Is there no other way for the women and children to get out of the caves? 
Is there no other way? 

There is one passage. 
It leads into the mountains. 
But they will not get far. 
The Uruk-hai are too many. 
Tell the women and children to make for the mountain pass. 
And barricade the entrance!

So Much Death. 
What can Men do against such reckless hate? 

Ride out with me. 
Ride out and meet Them. 

For Death and Glory

For Rohan
For Your People. 

The Sun is Rising. 

Look to my coming 
at first light on The Fifth Day. 
At Dawn... 
...look to The East. 

Yes. 
Yes. 
The horn of Helm Hammerhand shall sound in The Deep one last time. 
Yes! 
Let this be the hour when we draw swords together. 
Fell deeds, awake. 
Now for wrath now for ruin and a red dawn. 

Forth Eorlingas! 
Gandalf. 

Theoden King stands alone. 

Not alone. 
Rohirrim! 

Eomer. 

To The King!