Thursday, May 12, 2016

“Not Man; We See More” p:42

AyinBase / Ayin Beis with R' Paltiel, Iyar 5776 

Page 42 of the pamphlet – (At about the 7th line from top of the page. Line starts: 'de-oyraisa...') [page 32 in the book]. For text see below.

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an important principle has been explained: Torah in general is in the realm of pnimi – ie you have a means to relate and you know what you are relating to... and within this general statement are 3 levels – desert, settlement and field.

The level of desert is outside of comprehension, yet it is still part of Torah, and is thus included in the general definition of 'pnimi' – which entails being aware, and being aware of what you are relating to.

This is the level of 10 hidden sphirot – on the one hand it is hidden, on the other hand it has identifiable value - a significance/value that cannot be defined. That is to say, that in man, there is a level of 'not man' – this is the element of man which cannot be defined in mind. It cannot be defined and explained in a structured manner...

This corresponds to the hidden elements of Torah (razei Torah).

We have intellect and when we employ it we know that we 'see much more than what we see'.

This is a knowledge beyond experience and pleasure.

Actually it is on the level of pleasure beyond sense [tynug bilti murgash].

Truth is an immediate source of tynug/pleasure.

In the future there will be full comprehension – the truth will be seen in contrast to how things appear. The person will be transformed till the truth is seen in the level of desert/gunuz. 

And here below are two poems inspired by the Chassidus we have been learning today and last night:

The Secret Treasure Trove

If everything was on its face,
And not to be kept in a chest,
Nowhere, I know, is anyplace
For anything to be possessed.

For, it’s a secret treasure trove
That hides away from our eyes
By which a person values love
To see it doesn’t have a price.

What isn’t to be bought or sold
Remains the chief criterion;
It is the standard—silver, gold,
And emeralds depend upon.

And yet it has to be concealed,
Sequestered in a fastened box
Which disappears if its revealed,
Kept sealed away by seven locks.

There’s No Place Like Home

Lodgings are possible to find
Wherever you stop by the way
But home is otherwise in mind—
A special place for you to stay.

So, take the Waldorf if you will,
Its richness never can provide
The sleep you get that’s possible
Within a place that you reside.

The world is wide open to roam,
Wherever you may travel far;
There is no place at all like home
For being where it is you are,

Yourself—you cannot be without,
And home was only made for you
Whilst, after roaming roundabout,

It is where you’ve to come back to.

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