Yom Kippur, When The Masks Come Off

Mask

This mask does not mean that Jews have horns–that is a crappy and evil stereotype, so cut it out. 


Masks are dress-up and pretend, like the way most people behave day-in and day-out. 


People imagine and feign to be what they would like to be or what they want others to believe they are. 


Like when someone is gearing up for a fight, they extend their arms, raise their voices, bob up and down to make themselves appear bigger and more formidable than they really are. 


It’s a fake out–but perception is (often) reality. 


Similarly, people may wear clothes, drive cars, or live in big fancy homes that make them look well-to-do, but really it’s a great act and all bought on extensive credit (ever hear of 0% down!). 


Others may dream of being seen as smart and the go-to guy for answers, the subject matter expert, or the generally wise person for advice and guidance, but are they really smarter than everyone else or do the degrees plastering the wall like wallpaper or titles like doctor, lawyer, accountant, entrepreneur, professor, and Rabbi simply often invoke credentials and an air rather than the smarts that should accompany them.


Even parents may pose for loving pictures with their children, seem to dote on them, and act the helicopter parents, but still when it comes to their own busy schedules, they have no real time or attention left for the little ones–because the parents put themselves first. 


It happens all the time, every which way, the authority figure who really abuses their authority rather than lives up to it. 


People are human, weak, fallible–and the show is often a lot better than the characters behind it. 


But that doesn’t mean we stop trying to be inside what we know we really should be–more loving, caring, giving, and good people. 


This is the essence of Yom Kippur to me, the Day of Atonement–the day when we shed all our phony masks–and instead we bear out our sins, bend our heads with shame, are sorry for what we have done wrong, and commit to doing better in the future.


Yom Kippur is the day when all the masks are off–we cannot hide from G-d Almighty, the all seeing and all knowing.  


On Rosh Hashanah, the Day of Judgement we are inscribed, and on Yom Kippur the book is sealed. 


In Judgement, we may enter the court of heaven with heads still held up high, with the same act that we try to show every day, but on Yom Kippur we leave the court with our heads down and our hands humbly clasped, the sentence meted out for who we really are–based not on pretense, but on our underlying behavior.


A mask covers what is, when the mask is off we are left with who we are–naked before our maker, where all is revealed, and we must account for our actions–good, bad, or even just plain indifferent. 😉


(Source Photo: Andy Blumenthal)

Escalator To Another Time And Place

Escalator
So everyday, I pass this broken escalator in the Washignton D.C. Metro system.



Does it even look like an escalator anymore–all opened up with it guts hanging out like this. 



Anyway after a while, the days turn into weeks, and the weeks into months, and this escalator is still b~r~o~k~e~n! 



After a while, you almost start to think that this escalator was never a working one and was always broken, just like this…that time has essentially passed this one by and given up here. 



But lo and behold, I was reminded by a conversation today with a good friend that according to quantum physics, time is not linear, but instead all exists simultaneously across the time-space continuum (something like parallel universes).  



It was funny, because honestly, I have been thinking this for years (or maybe it was just yesterday or tomorrow) that time is really just an illusion…all time is one. And it’s just that our mortal minds need to experience it sequentially. 



However to G-d, there is no time or space…it’s all just one, and he is one and perfect. 



For us though, at least in this universe, this cruddy escalator continues to be out of service, but perhaps in another one, it will be working again…hope, indeed. 😉



(Source Photo: Andy Blumenthal)

A Bunch Of Dummies

Dummies
Took a photo from this children’s book that someone left in the kosher Chinese restaurant–and it was sort of priceless.



There is a drawing of a ventriloquist with his puppet.



And it says, “All my friends are dummies,”



Often, it’s tempting to think that we’re so smart and “we’re all that”, but everyone else is just a dummy.



But we need to remember that in a way, really we’re all just a bunch of dummies–now you didn’t think I was going to say that, did you?



We are human, frail, mortal…and no one knows everything (hey, not even close).



My father used to joke saying, “I know nothing, and I can prove it!”



The truth is that all we really know is what G-d wants us to know; we say, what G-d permits our tongues to speak, and ultimately, we do, what G-d commands of us–there is no escaping it. 



In the big picture, we are but puppets and dummies in the hands of the omniscient creator.



For those with mega size egos (and usually nasty to match)…what G-d gives, he can easily take away, so don’t be a real dummy. 😉



(Source Photo: The Blumenthals)