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42 Like the mem beis masa'os of the Meshulach!

42: The answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything...

Gevura Shebyesod wrote:


How many roads must a man go down?

so long and thanks for all the fish

Don't panic!

Mostly Harmless

"he's spending the year dead for tax reasons"

Zaphod Beeblebrox

Intergalactic Gatecrashers

(WHAT A LOAD OF CONFUSING NONSENSE!)

Hitchhikers of the Galaxy unite!

mr. emunah wrote:




u don't understand the mussar behind it then.

The vort is that a man has many choices (or "roads")

He can say thanx for the fish or ask to be taught to fish (from teach a man to fish feed him for a lifetime), in our terms, he can say thanx for the specific advice that someone gave or ask for the whole mehalech so that he can really do it for once and for all.

He can stay calm in the face of crisis or rationalize that it's mostly harmless anyway so i'll look "just once".

He can do it later and stay dead so he doesn't have to struggle, or try to win as much as possible even if there's a risk that he'll keep losing and just feel guilty.

He can beeblebrox and wallow in the flunger (mud) or soar to galaxies.....


Deep stuff, but it isn't kabbalah so i'm not being over lifnei iver. UNLIKE SOME OTHER PEOPLE.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.

43 to da p 136 to da m

136+43=179

gimatria "B'gan Eden"

Save me a seat!

47 to da p 140 to da m

thanks Hashem!

48 to da p 141 to da m

Week! Blort! And spoot!

Put that in your pipe and smoke it.

it's hard for Mr.E to smoke his pipe with all that stuff in it while he simultaneously rides his bike, rolls out wicks for his leichter and chops up scallions for his heimishe-oneg-shabbos-spicy-mexican-herring

50 to da p 143 to da m

the last couple of days have been difficult

Exhibit A;
Wednesday night I was exhausted (I had been watching online tv shows all day)
so I took a laydown from 7 oclock I was sposed to get up at 8, i woke up @ 10:30 defiled by keri)