The Jewish philosopher cannot but be a poet, placing a premium on excellence, which means truth in advertising, closing the gap between word and deed in his performance of his calling, of himself, a Jew.
(For the Greek values goodness as excellence, virtuosity in performance, and the philosopher truth, while for us the truth is Torah, which bids us hold goodness kindness. We must be like unto our own kind. The Exodus narrative, which we recite every Passover until, as by rubbing sticks together, the performance strikes a light by which we can see ourselves, is uniquely our own – kind, or genos, being related to narrative, or gnathos, jawbone. We create ourselves in the telling of it, a warrior race sitting around the campfire telling stories of a time when war will be no more. When the nations will see themselves in us.)
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