Evening Musing:
My haters among the fans of a certain student of R José Faur, z”l, amuse me.
Strangers personally insulting me on the internet will always amuse me.
A sense of irony is a benefit of perspective, gained from experience.
A sense of humor is a sign of a well-adjusted personality.
There is irony in dressing down someone you’ve never met. There is irony in revealing more in your hate about yourself than about the individual you think you despise. And there’s irony in making any derogatory statement regarding my relationship with the teachings of R Faur, z”l.
It’s all just kinda funny. 😀
Now, I’ll never claim to be an expert on anything, let alone the work of a genius like R Faur, z”l. However, I have read everything he ever published in English and in Hebrew (starting with Golden Doves – a book my haters who beef with my post-modernism have clearly never read) and was extremely privileged to have many personal conversations with him about his work. While I’ve since grown to a more critical view of some of his ideas and positions, his work remains an indelible influence on me and my Judaism, and I will gladly engage in productive discourse with anyone who genuinely wants to know in which ways R Faur’s Torah have informed my worldview.
And I’ll even let you in on a sad little secret: at the time of his passing, R Faur, z”l, and I were not personally on good terms. What happened, happened. But I’ll promote his work and encourage everyone to learn his Torah, especially The Horizontal Society, until the day I die. That’s how much respect I have for the truth in his teachings and for his dedication to that truth.
והמבין יבין
But the real irony is – the haters are all worked up in their (quite negative) feelings, while I’m just chilling on my Jerusalem rooftop thanking the Creator for another evening.
🤷
Come on, it’s funny.