Finished the first chapter. So, when history represents the totality of meaning, purpose, life, etc, then why continue writing history. Particularly when the history tells you the ending, which is the messiah. Your behaviour will bring about the messiah. So what becomes the relevance of new history, or the act of historiography? Hilariously this makes me think of how people age and become set in their ways. I know everything I need to know about churning butter, so be gone, you with your fancy machinery. This is true more so when the person sees the meaning of their life in their creation of butter, such as their achievement of a career or reputation. The worship of a false god you could say. The abject insecurity of someone who has no hope of a happy ending, but rather is suffering through a post historical life where they just miss the old days.
I am not saying this is the experience or mentality of rabbis in the medieval or non-historical era. Rather that without faith, meaning, and hope, we cannot sit complacently on our laurels. They wither, they offer no lasting support, and if we were honest with ourselves, we would acknowledge we have no complacency, only the terror of being found out.
I am not saying this is the experience or mentality of rabbis in the medieval or non-historical era. Rather that without faith, meaning, and hope, we cannot sit complacently on our laurels. They wither, they offer no lasting support, and if we were honest with ourselves, we would acknowledge we have no complacency, only the terror of being found out.