216 steps for Pi days.

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				MAX 
		Euclid crashed. I lost 
		all my data, my hardware.

				SOL 
		Your mainframe?
	
				MAX 
		Burnt...
	
				SOL 
		What happened?
	
				MAX 
		I don't know, first I got 
		these horrible picks. Then 
		Euclid spits out some 
		numbers. Never saw anything 
		like it and then it fries. 
		The whole machine just 
		crashed.
	
				SOL 
		You have a printout?
	
				MAX 
		Of?
	
				SOL 
		The picks, the number?
	
				MAX 
		I threw it out.
	
				SOL 
		What was the number it 
		spit out?

				MAX 
		I don't know, just a long 
		string of digits.

				SOL 
		How many?
	
				MAX 
		I don't know.
	
				SOL 
			(Intense) 
		What was it, a 
		hundred and fifty, a 
		thousand, two hundred 
		sixteen!? How many?

				MAX 
		I don't know. Probably 
		around two hundred. 
			(Wondering) 
		Why?
	
				SOL 
			(Beat)...
		I dealt with 
		some bugs back in my Pi days. 
		I was wondering if it was 
		similar to one I ran into.

 

 

               Hold on, you have to slow 
		down. You're losing it, you
		have to take a breath. Listen 
		to yourself. You're connecting 
		a computer bug I had, a 
		computer bug you might have 
		had, and some religious 
		hogwash. If you want to find 
		the number two sixteen in the 
		world, you'll be able to pull 
		it out of anywhere. Two 
		hundred and sixteen steps 
		from your street comer to 
		your front door. Two hundred 
		and sixteen seconds you spend 
		riding on the elevator. When 
		your mind becomes obsessed 
		with anything, it will filter 
		everything else out and find 
		examples of that thing 
		everywhere. Three hundred and 
		twenty, four hundred and 
		fifty, twenty-three. 
		Whatever! You've chosen two 
		sixteen and you'll find it 
		everywhere in nature. But 
		Max, as soon as you discard 
		scientific rigor, you are no 
		longer a mathematician. You 
		become a numerologist. What 
		you need to do is take a 
		break from your research. You 
		need it. You deserve it 
		Here's a hundred dollars, I 
		want you to take it. If ,you 
		won't take it, borrow it. 
		Either way, take a break.
		Spend it however you like as 
		long as it falls in the 
		category of vacation. Real 
		world stuff, okay. No math.

 

 

 

Choosing the right friends

 

חָבֵר טוֹב הֱיֵה לְיִרְאֵי ה’. הִתְחַבֵּר בְּחֶבְרָתָם. וּמֵחֶבְרַת פּוֹעֲלֵי אָוֶן הַרְחֵק, וֶאֱהוֹב הַמּוֹכִיחִים

https://www.sefaria.org/Orchot_Chaim_L’HaRosh.1.5?lang=bi&with=all&lang2=en

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Resolved – no more lies

Hevron from our dusty maps

A year ago I wanted to clarify Mellissa’s note: “Should I tell the story of this place? Is there anything to say about it? “. And then so many events have occurred and I couldn’t work on it.

All those who are familiar with Wim Wenders movies may remember the famous speech of Homer in Der Himmel Uber Berlin. This old man, storyteller, lonely and homesick is the only one who still remember Potsdamer Platz and me too today more than ever.

Singular forces pushe me as they pushed all the characters in Wenders movies back to the place of their childhood, but all of them end with the same feeling of anguish and infinite sadness, because once back there they became aware that what they thought have changed remains as damaged as mutilated than before, and what they would have wanted to see unchanged became deteriorated in the same way as cinema was brutally repressed and destroyed by the logic of production utility.

Potsdamer Platz made me think about my Jewish identity. The Jewish people have built their identity on a mythical basis: not on the consciousness of historical continuity.

Roland Barthes explains that the myth exists as long as the speech is its source, it is a supreme History above history, trying to reach a deeper and eternal truth of an historical event whatever this one is proven or not, that doesn’t matter.

Saying for example that each generation must see themselves as they came out of Egypt is a mythical speech because it involves every Jew as if he was above history. It becomes part of our active identity. The myth is also beyond the borders and totally an immutable destiny.

Jews spoke different languages along with Hebrew, there was no common Jewish destiny, everything depended on where they were, but they kept saying, “Next year in Jerusalem “. Because they had this deep feeling that the real focus is elsewhere, everything was temporary.

Myths have allowed us an effective geographical mobility, maintain this mythical identity until we made ourselves mythical. The birth of Zionism was and is not messianic, his only purpose was to bring back the Jews in the history arena as said Gershom Scholem. Because before Zionism we were not in history, we were in the myths.

If the myths were true or not, this really doesn’t matter at all.

This is why Israel has no clear borders until today, It’s because of this mythological quantum leap in the history that we are exhibiting dusty cards straight out from our dusty closets and claim that Hevron during Avraham’s time is the same Hevron of today.

Myths are incorrigible. The Germans did an amazing job by correcting their history, and I admire them for that, but they rewarded us and the entire world with a Berlin museum of horror and lies.