A Comment on Talmud Bavli Bava Metzia 59a & 59b
There are scars on the wall where the Great Ones once stood,
where proof of their argument is clear.
Their shouting, now echoes, a pulse in the wood,
that's bent now, weighed down by the years.
where proof of their argument is clear.
Their shouting, now echoes, a pulse in the wood,
that's bent now, weighed down by the years.
My hand runs across the great beams of the roof,
each nick, notch, and wet patch of moss,
suggesting there's more to the story that's waiting,
perhaps we can gain what's been lost.
each nick, notch, and wet patch of moss,
suggesting there's more to the story that's waiting,
perhaps we can gain what's been lost.
What really happened? Did trees really move?
Did truth lose the vote way back when?
What did God really say before they sent God away?
And can we try over again?
What did God really say before they sent God away?
And can we try over again?
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