All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.
What brings this on? Perhaps it is ISHI’s impending birthday, perhaps it is the stiffness of winter, and perhaps it is a conversation I had recently with someone who lives in a Hareidi community.
Oh you didn’t see that one coming, did you?
Granted that this community is Har Nof, which is Hareidi Lite, as ISHI calls it, it is not as severe as other communities. I get no pleasure when I read what happens in Ramat Beit Shemesh or Beitar Illit or other such enclaves of Hareidim, no feeling of relief or comic relief about their lives.On the other hand, you have an article such as this:
Zero Hour, Forward. Shrinkage and shakeup in the Reform, Conservative, and Reconstructionist denominations suggest that all of liberal Judaism is in a state of imminent crisis.
I feel sadness about what the world is coming to in general and in specific with the Jewish world.
But back to what this fellow said about why he likes living among the hareidim–he likes their intensity. I can’t argue with that. In fact, I completely agree that the MO world is missing that joie de vivre, or should I dare say, joie de Juive.
Yes, I dare. There is no joy in Mudville. That is why, isn’t it, that so many of our young ones jump to anything that has energy, be it modern music/dancing/sports/culture, neo-Hasidism (Breslov and Chabad and Carlebach; they’re all going for the same high), or other external stimuli.
But it has to be real. Not everyone can get thrilled by a hiddush in a gemara or even inspired by a Pesach seder.
So, since Shabbos is coming rapidly and I want to be inspired by my Shabbos food, I will leave this blentry with the thought that you, dear readers, will help come up with something more as well and we will continue the conversation.