At fifty, we will all be rewarded.
But for now we are swimming in our wisdom
As natural to us
As the sea to the fish –
“The Exile to Egypt was an exile of language,” said Blue.
“This we bring down from the Zohar.
The limitations are the limitations in language.
And he went down into Egypt (anoos al pi ha dibbur)
constrained by language.”
“Itʼs about integration,” said Blue, “all our holy ceremonies are about unity.
First the unity as a people
then the integration of the person
then the integration, as it were, within G*dliness Itself.
Our tools are always language tools.
After all, we have words. They should be careful words.”
“Fifty gates to revelation,” Blue said,
“Get up the hill, Bill
Up to that place, Grace
Stay on the scene, Gene
and get yourself free.”
As Blue was talking, the companions came
they fell on their faces,
cried, and said,
“If we had come into the world only
to hear these words from your mouth,
it would have been enough.”
“Hold on –” said Blue,
“an old man like me doesn’t come with
a single word, like a coin in a bottle —
Iʼve been preparing
these seven weeks
to meet my sweetheart.
The repairs will be made later.
Day of the wedding,
the supernal mother descends.
All the souls will be named by G*d,
blessed, the interpretations
The principles and the stories united in one
— the Teaching.
All told through radiating light.
The telling – a lightning of words.”