levite wrote on 30 Dec 2009 12:50:
thanx, im with you on that, its an addiction that i have to work on
this piece just spoke to me, sometimes i feel that this place is the last vestige of truth, and im crackers for being here so this nekudah rang true
One who wants to turn aside from evil but sees that there is no truth in the world must act as if he is crazy.
Sefer HaMiddot, Emet #31
Levite!! Hi.
R' Twerski writes a chazal (I think? Or story from a more recent tzaddik?) that goes like this: There was an outbreak of Ergotism (insanity caused by a fungus in the rye crop...it happened more than a few times in europe, really) in that area of europe and the kings minister heard about it. He told the king that he had set aside clean rye for the two of them and things would be A-OK. The king told him, "No. If my subjects are nuts, we will be nuts, too!" (they don't make kings like they used to!)
Then he told his minister the following: "Put a mark on each of our foreheads. That way, while we
will be crazy, we will always see eachothers' foreheads and that will remind us that we are nuts. We will thus be crazy, but at least not delusional."
To me, what you wrote above expresses this idea beautifully, but I'm adding a twist.
I don't say I
want to turn aside from evil, so I do - "see, I'm sober!". I don't delude myself now that my recovery (or lack thereof, c"v) is about my goodness (or the lack thereof, c"v),
because I had that chance for many years and didn't use it. It had to come down to enlightened self-interest: my survival.
Lust is certainly evil. The world promulgates it for whatever reason (none of my business).
I use it as a drug when I'm ill. It'll kill me and destroy my life and the lives of others on the way. Me acting out is completely crazy, and the world is crazy.
But since I recognize and remember that I am easily, naturally, liable to slip into deadly insanity, too, I am only saved from destroying myself by that mark on my head. And I need to mingle with others who share that mark in order to never forget. It's real easy to see that
they are just plain nuts...it always is!...and soon I remember, "hey....I'm just like them!" What a lifesaving relief
that is!!
If I start to act as though "I'm no longer
that kind of guy," I'm dead. I'll be like the french frog in the warm water. Croak!
I'm a grateful pickle.
I love pickles (though not as much as Steve or Sturggle do).
Do you love pickles?
C'mon, levite, let's hear a little giggle out of you, OK?