The Churban We Created And The Shadows We Cast
By: Chaim Oigen
One year before Tisha B’Av, Choosemyshem started a provocative conversation about our own personal Churban. He called it “A Corrupt Conversation Between Body and Soul. Here’s an excerpt :
chosemyshem wrote on 08 Aug 2024 19:20:
…I truly feel that the posuk of b'chol eis yiheyu Bigadecha Livanim is the scariest posuk in the Torah. And that feeling is maybe the paradigmatic example of the churban beis hamikdash.
Derecheha darchei noam. Chiko mamtakim v'kulo machmadim. Yashkeinu minishekas pihu ki tovim dodecha miyayin.
A life of non-stop avodas hashem should be a delight. Not a pressure, not a payment we begrudgingly shell out to G-d in exchange for another day of life. Not something right-but-painful that we force ourselves to do.
How many of us have tried to go to sleep but somehow stayed up till dawn clicking, clicking, clicking, impossibly drawn after something so fake, so meaningless, and so empty? How many of us have ever meant to go to sleep but somehow stayed up till dawn lost in a sugya??
Torah, mitzvos, our relationship with Hashem. These things of endless depth and beauty should be so much more attractive than the nothingness we fill our lives with.
But we don't feel that. We feel the opposite of how we should feel.
And all we can do about our backwards life is bend down and progress like slugs. [Which is what we are supposed to be doing in our current state and for 353 days of the year we should be delighted about.] But we could've been born with wings.
We could've been born with Abaya and Rava being more fascinating than politics, sports, hock, lashon hara, or women (choose your preferred flavor of narishkeit). Instead of every day being a painful journey of one foot forward, two steps back, we could be purely motivated to become as close to Hashem as possible. Instead of pain we could have had delight.
Ignoring the pain this distance causes Hashem (the highest level of mourning), the physical tzoros that brings (the lowest level), and the lowly state klal yisroel as a whole has descended to. The churban of the individual is so complete and so pervasive that we don't even realize how destroyed we are.
Please do me a favor. Don't say Hashem wanted us down here in the mud. Because while that's true, how can we not cry while we choke on dirt?
Powerful and thought-provoking. Here was my response:
chaimoigen wrote on 09 Aug 2024 00:03:
Shem,
great, excruciating point.
I’ll share my thoughts.
I don’t know about others. But at the risk of sounding arrogant, I have actually had many times that I stayed up lost in the Sugya. Those were/are the best nights of my life.
Falling asleep in the embrace of Eiruvin or Nidda or Chezkas Habattim, with drool on my desk, these have been the sweetest nights of my existence.
I’ve had times where the words of Tehillim or Tefilla suddenly open, incandescent and alive. Times when Shabbos or Yom Tov are aglow with an otherworldly sense of Kedusha. Times on Yom Kippur night that were rapturous.
I don’t think the problem is with G-d’s gift of life.
The problem is with us. We ruin ourselves.
We get lost.
We waste the gift of life, by exchanging the currency of our interest, enthusiasm, pleasure and passions.
We develop the taste for: Sports, politics, video games, movies, endless scrolling, dumb news, empty literature, foolish and foul music, lusting over not-so-naked or naked curvy corpse-flesh.
The demon lurking in the shadows at the corner of the study laughs to see us burn the currency of our interest and delight for empty shards of broken pottery.
We burn out and corrupt, we pollute the pleasure receptors in our living, and then we want to know why our Yiddishkeit is a difficult drag.
It’s much like how we can engage in behavior that eventually trains ourselves to ignore the warm, loving woman waiting in the bed upstairs while we betray her for the ghost of a two dimensional false fantasy image that gives us nothing but empty self loathing back. And then we wonder why our marriages aren’t working, why she doesn’t initiate, why it’s not satisfying….
Laugh, Lilith- how much have you taken from us? What have we paid you? - for what?!?!
Yeah, I cry over the nauseating Churban.
I think it is we who have made it.
Yeah, living in a world of Churban sets the stage for all this.
We live in a world of Hollywood, Washington, the city street, and the damned phones and tablets and computers and whatever. But the edge and joy of life has been ruined by the false version of life and living we have adopted.
See the Ramban on Vichai Bahem. חיי האדם במצות כפי הכינותיו בהן…. מיני חיים הרבה… עי״ש ואכמ״ל
That’s why I choose the Shem of Chaim Oigen.
Because i am learning to look for and see what life is really all about.
And it can be beautiful, if we don’t cast shadows all over it.