Veritable apt pupils unbeknownst and linkedin to my chromosomes regarding Judaism...

inquisitiveness about my Semitic heritage steeped in guess work

include foundational texts like the Tanakh (Hebrew Bible), the Talmud, and the Torah (the first five books of the Tanakh), which contain laws, narratives, and principles of faith. Other significant works include legal codes like the Shulchan Aruch, philosophical and mystical texts, prayer books, and commentaries like those by Rashi.

Though our semitic realm strictly defined within the four walls of Apartment unit b44 our lineage (meaning the genealogy of yours truly and the wife) incorporates generations worth of devout Jews harkening back many milleniums none of which once regaled, lionized forebears perhaps anointed or sanctified (as the equivalent of a saint) would welcome their pusillanimous descendent (and writer of these words), who honestly cannot consider himself as a full bore Jew since he knows virtually nothing about the history from whence any of one or more of his grandiloquent great to the power of x - rooted and squared towards uber Visikayt grandparents gifted the then webbed, wide world with their wit and wisdom and thus only suppositions can be conjectured what role religion played in the relatively brief lifetime, which average life expectancy during Jesus' time (early 1st century CE) was low, averaging around 20-35 years at birth, primarily due to extremely high infant/child mortality (nearly a third died before age 1) and diseases, but reaching 40s-60s or more for adults who survived childhood, with the rich living longer than the poor, and some individuals reaching 80s or 90s span of years, whence revered ancestors being cogent, intelligent, overindulgent, and urgent with Hebraic knowledge compared to an increasing number of centenarians stayin alive within the halfway juncture thru the second decade of the twenty first century, which longevity attributed to anesthetics, athletics, cosmetics, dietetics, genetics, heretics (cue the trunkline that gave rise to Matthew Scott Harris - best buds with Conan, a barbarian, (albeit docile), dogmatic, egalitarian, grammarian, latitudinarian, nonestablishmentarian, proletarian, sexagenarian, solitudinarian, and Unitarian), with a predilection towards charismatic, dogmatic, enigmatic, phlegmatic.

What triggered an unexpected remembrance of things past arose after the wife asked Alexa Echo to play radio Chanukah SiriusXm, (which dedication to Judeo history in song, and parodies of popular show tunes) found me hankering to understand Hebrew at the ripe old age of sixty six, and knew how much easier a youngster can learn to be multilingual, but when just a wee lad in grade school knew nary a handy dandy blues clue and the last academic consideration I would countenance would be pedagogical grooming courtesy a Rabbi (a Jewish spiritual leader/teacher) or a Hebrew Teacher, and in Hebrew, the words are More (m) or Morah (f), while more broadly they can be referred to as a Cantor, Professor, or simply a knowledgeable Jewish scholar, depending on the setting (synagogue, school, university) and specific role, cuz yours truly experienced a horrendous struggle mastering basic A, B, C's and 1, 2, 3's revisiting cognitive ordeal and if early intervention services existed about three score years ago, I would most likely be hashtagged as high functioning Asperger, and hope to undergo psychological evaluation just to reinforce the suspicion that yours truly (me) characterized autistic predilections, especially when reflecting how non social behavior of mine colored functionality with classmates and/or co-workers in retrospect feeling deprived of cultural immersion within Jewish history.

No matter meekness insync with being introverted, where I never said boo (exhibited role of an outcast - though aspects of feeling excluded from reindeer games linkedin to non verbal body language that bespoke aversion to participate with classmates, and even family members) defined my demeanor for approximately the first quarter of mein kampf, somehow a secret sharer let loose (leaked out - think the tale of Pandora) information about the Harris family regarding our predilection towards atheism, and heritage about predecessors leavened (and pointedly bred) with The Star of David (Magen David, "Shield of David") is a six-pointed star formed by two interlocking triangles, symbolizing Judaism, Jewish identity, and the connection between God and humanity, representing divine protection over the universe and the unity of the Jewish people, officially adopted as a symbol for the State of Israel and prominently featured on its flag, representing resilience and heritage.

Nothing about me narrow physiognomy (what with me button nose and and absence of substantial melanin nor diminutive physique) neither subtly hinted at stereotypical characteristics, nor did I ever attend synagogue, thus never vociferously proclaimed being part and parcel of a people's being relentlessly persecuted , nevertheless but experienced the wrath of cruel taunts and torments absorbed courtesy a culture anathema chock a block awash with historical prejudices due to a complex mix of religious, economic, and racial factors, stemming from Christian accusations of deicide (killing Jesus), stereotypes as outsiders, forced segregation into roles like moneylending, and economic jealousy, culminating in modern racial antisemitism that falsely blamed Jews for societal ills like WWI loss and economic problems, which the Nazis weaponized into their genocidal "Final Solution" due to a complex mix of religious, economic, and racial factors, stemming from Christian accusations of deicide (killing Jesus), stereotypes as outsiders, forced segregation into roles like moneylending, and economic jealousy, culminating in modern racial antisemitism that falsely blamed Jews for societal ills like WWI loss and economic problems, which the Nazis weaponized into their genocidal "Final Solution."

At least one sticking point (and quite a substantial at that) deals with what I consider age old, unconscionable, uncontainable, unpardonable, unreasonable, unsustainable, untenable, and unwinnable genocide punctuating Middle East with an abominable, commiserable, execrable, and intractable debacle at the expense of innocent Palestinians, yes some of which instigated a veritable antagonistic (physical) altercation, annexation, and annihilation kickstarting, jumpstarting, and inciting xenophobic, war-torn, volatile tragedy within a historical hotspot, a veritable uber tinderbox and flashpoint since time immemorial, but most recently the Gaza war began on 7 October 2023 when Hamas launched coordinated armed incursions on Israel from the Gaza Strip, and I feel the retaliatory response disproportionately affected the antagonists nasty, brutish, but not so short major battle with Israeli defense at a considerable advantage militarily, yet both countries disregarded the sanctity of innocent lives lost and collateral damage to infrastructure (which can be replaced), but the sheer monstrosity of death and destruction, when a much more peaceful resolution must surely be doable, although not an unreasonable idealist, a more diplomatic means and ways seems within the realm of human nature, when per se a natural disaster occurs witnessing voluntary assistance to pour in from all four corners of the globe giving me reason to believe that the audacity, capacity, efficacy or sometimes spelled efficacity, (not a standard English word) for a truce or détente can be hashed out among the foo fighting village people.

All throughout the purported annals touting and/or critiquing rise and fall of one civilization after another ample accounts dripping with figurative and literal bloodshed marking the victor with slaying more of the rival versus experiencing, lying wounded crème de la crème defense and/or offense killed, whereby the so called winners suffering a Pyrrhic razor thin margin appears to me while astride figurative high horse �" named High-hat in honor of the Marx Brothers star Equus caballus and star of the movie titled A day at the races, a convenient vantage point to assess purposelessness of thee utter declaration of hostilities (much easier to commence than to cease), where the best and the brightest contingent of battle hardened men and now women) sacrificed for little or no benefit to the perpetuation of Homo sapiens interestingly enough evincing a population as of mid-to-late December 2025, the world population is estimated to be around, with specific real-time trackers showing figures such as 8,159,293,102 (U.S. Census Bureau estimate for Dec 14) or projections placing it near 8.23 billion for mid-2025, continuing its growth towards potentially 8.3 billion. Population figures are dynamic, but consistently point to over 8.2 billion people globally in 2025.

At some as yet to be determined tipping point (of no return), the natural resources will be inadequate to sustain such a burgeoning and booming plethora of people possibly bringing about an outcome portrayed in Soylent Green, a dystopian sci-fi film set in a polluted, overpopulated 2022 where natural food is scarce, and most people subsist on processed food wafers, primarily "Soylent Green". The plot follows a detective, Thorn (Charlton Heston), investigating the murder of a wealthy executive from the corporation that makes Soylent, uncovering a horrifying secret: the green wafers are made from human remains, revealing a desperate solution to resource depletion. It's a classic cautionary tale about environmental collapse, overpopulation, and corporate control.

No doubt the urge to be fruitful and multiply appears to occur within countries lease able, eager, ready and willing to sustain (way past the break even point) since aborting life considered a heinous crime.