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CHAPTER 10
Yesterday Sage and I rode the course that we will ride for the century. We now know endurance isn't a problem; we can do it. Now we must work to improve our time. Today is a rest day, which is exactly what I'm doing as Sage drives us south on I-75 toward Macon, to meet Gabriel Maxx. She also continues to talk about the Laws of Nature.
"The world is governed by both natural and supernatural laws," Sage says. "Natural laws we understand, and know are consistent the world over."
"Hold on," I reply, rolling up my window so that the rushing wind does not drown her out. "Now what?"
"When I was at Georgia Tech, I was taught how to design structures. Part of that education included being taught certain natural laws, that is, physical rules that are the same everywhere in the world. For example, an engineer in Africa designs a bridge based on the same laws of physics, rules, and equations used by an engineer in Canada, or any other engineer in the world. These laws have existed since the world began, but they have not always been known or understood. As we discovered and learned how to use them, natural laws could be used to benefit everyone. Does this make sense?"
"I suppose."
"What kind of lame answer's that?" she snaps. She's been on edge since she picked me up, so I'm just going to ignore her mood.
"What's two plus two equal?" she snaps again.
"Four," I reply.
"Does it equal anything different in South America or Russia?"
"No, everybody knows that."
"Fine. Neither does the speed of sound, rate of acceleration of a free-falling object, the square root of pi, or a million other natural laws. But even though natural laws are consistent everywhere in the world, that doesn't mean everyone knows them, that some people don't choose to ignore them, or that some people don't substitute the wrong law for the one they should use. When the correct laws are ignored, structures fall down, machinery seizes, and social order fails. I'll ask again, does this idea of natural laws being consistent make sense?"
"Yes," I say, thinking she's moving from moody to bitchy real fast.
"Good. What's most interesting to me is that this consistency in natural laws is strong proof of a Master Engineer — a Creator."
"You mean God?" I'm surprised to hear Sage mention God. "Do you believe in God?"
"Not so fast," she says, shifting gears and accelerating. "You're getting ahead of me. Right now I just want you to understand that this consistency in natural laws is strong evidence of a Creator."
"That what Rabbi wants to talk to me about? God?"
"I asked Gabriel to meet with us to talk about the spiritual aspects of living. I assume he'll talk about the Creator, but right now I'm just talking about natural laws as evidence of a Creator."
Sage can become quite focused. Sometimes I get frustrated with her, because she will stay on a topic and will not move to another until she is satisfied that I understand her point. I do not have to agree with her, but if I do not, I better be able to explain why.
"The other interesting thing about natural laws," she continues, "is that if an engineer ignores them, then that engineer is making a bad decision that will eventually be discovered. The physical aspect of natural laws — physical laws — provides quick feedback that's impossible to ignore."
"I have to whiz," I say.
"Are you listening to me?" is her unsympathetic reply.
"Uh-huh, and now I have to whiz," I repeat.
"Fine, fine, fine," she mutters. We exit I-75 a few minutes later and drive a few hundred feet before parking at a Waffle House. "We'll have breakfast here," she says, pulling the emergency brake and slamming her door.
"What are you mad at?" I ask, exiting the truck and slamming my door in response.
"Don't slam my doors," she says as she rounds the back of the truck. She punches me in the arm when she reaches me, to make sure I heard her.
"Hello! Blind!" I yell at her, although she didn't hurt me. "Punching isn't fair without a warning."
"Hello! I don't care," she yells back, grabbing my other arm and leading me toward the restaurant. "I'm mad because I'm trying to teach you something important, and I don't think you're paying attention."
"Well, you're wrong. I'm listening and paying attention but don't have an answer ‘cause all this is news to me. You want me to just make shit up and argue with you?"
She seems conflicted and takes a few seconds to respond. "No, of course not. I'm sorry, and I'll let it go. But clean up your language," she orders.
We find a booth — there are no tables at a Waffle House — and eat breakfast without saying much. She seems less bitchy by the time we return to the truck.
"OK. Back to natural laws…"
"I'm listening," I interrupt as she curves down the entrance ramp to I-75.
"I said I let it go."
"Pinky of Peace?"
"POP," she replies as we interlock, shake, and then release each other's pinky fingers in time for her to shift and merge with traffic. "Now," she continues, "just as natural laws govern our physical structures, they also govern our social structures. When I was in law school, I was introduced to a different aspect of natural laws—how humans deal with each other, rather than how humans deal with things. The disturbing thing I found is that in the social realm, unlike the physical realm, natural laws are routinely ignored."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, one natural law in the social realm is that people should not oppress one another, but many times that natural law has been ignored or been substituted by human-made rules that permit oppression, such as allowing slavery or underfunding public education. Similar to what happens to a physical structure when a physical natural law is violated, the social structure breaks down when a social natural law is violated. The problem is that we humans take forever to figure out and admit that we're violating a social natural law. Meanwhile, decades of social injustice have passed."
"Can't we pass a law that makes it illegal to violate a natural law?"
"Like I said, in the physical realm there's no need. Violate a physical natural law, and you'll quickly have a problem on your hands. It's more difficult to regulate in the social realm, because many people chose not to believe social natural laws exist, since natural laws are evidence of a Creator. For others, social natural laws get in the way of their personal agendas. As long as pride, money, and power are valued more than peace, people, and relationships, social natural laws will be violated."
"Is that what Rabbi wants to talk to me about, social injustice?"
"Partly, and how to overcome an injustice done to you."
"Me?"
"Yeah, and every kid in foster care."
"What is he like?"
"Gabriel?"
"Uh-huh."
Sage's Journal
Age 14
Roselle Park, NJ
…his steel-gray eyes slice my skull and read my thoughts… Why does he scare me so? I think he knows the same sadness I do…and in his silence are the answers to many of my questions.
Sage's Journal
Age 18
Roselle Park, NJ
…I'm drawn to him like the newly hatched turtle is drawn to the life-sustaining sea. Anxious to play in the black waves of his hair and dive the depths of his body…in my imagination I crawl the rocky beach of my emotions toward the reflected moonlight that is his smile…
Sage's Journal
Age 20
Capitan, NM
Riding on the back of his motorcycle, Diogenes…I can't grasp the winds howling out of these desert canyons nor hide the beauty of the setting sun for my own pleasure. Neither can I hold Gabriel and keep him for myself; I was a fool to think I could. He belongs to no one and everyone. Often I think he doesn't even belong in this world.
Sage's Journal
Age 20
St. Johns, AZ
…I should be used to the way he appears suddenly to jerk me out of my routine, only to leave almost as unexpectedly. But I'm not, so I've learned to keep a certain distance. Sitting on the back of Diogenes, Gabriel's black hair flowing over his leather jacket, I know I'm the only lover in his life—even if only occasionally…
I don't know whether it's the sense of security I feel as I hug his hips with my knees, or his complete absence of fear as we thunder across this desert on Diogenes, but I'm so completely at peace in his presence that I'd gladly spend eternity there.
Sage's Journal
Age 20
Winner, SD
…it's not surprising that he doesn't own anything more than Diogenes and his clothes. He's been this way since we were teenagers, never burdened or bound by the physical. So it should also be no surprise that he's going to rabbinical school, but it is a surprise, or at least a contradiction.
I wonder whether the others will accept him. Not because they'll be afraid of his height and strength, or repelled by his rough exterior. Like me, they'll eventually get a glimpse of his spirit and want to be his friend. I wonder whether he can spend all those years with the same people without offending them with the truth. He once said to me: "Deceit is universal. To tell the truth is an act of courage." It has taken me a while to experience that he's right…most people would rather be deceived and maintain the status quo than be told a truth that requires they face themselves and change.
Sage's Journal
Age 24
Philadelphia, PA
…winter semester started today. Law school may just kill me after all. Gabriel left yesterday, and I haven't been this lonely since I was a teenager.
He's becoming a peaceful spirit, slower to anger but still lightning fast to retaliate against someone who has offended him. Still, don't ask him his opinion unless you're willing to hear the searing truth, which even when offered gently can be disruptive. And don't bully someone in his presence. …he's still more than willing to step in, defend the weak by pounding the oppressor with his massive fists, and leave without an introduction or regret in his heart…
"Now," Sage said, "he's the rabbi of a Messianic Jewish congregation in Macon."
"I'm not Jewish," I protest. "I'm not anything."
"You're missing the point," Sage says. "I'm not trying to convert you to any religion. Gabriel's the next person I want you to talk with, and he just happens to be a Messianic Jewish rabbi."
"What's Messianic Jewish mean?"
"The short answer is that a Messianic Jew is either a Jew who accepts Jesus as the messiah, or a Christian that accepts the Law of Moses—natural and supernatural laws—as still in effect and worthy of obeying. Because they believe Jesus is the messiah, they're rejected by fellow Jews who believe the messiah has yet to arrive. And because they try to obey God's laws, they're rejected by fellow Christians who believe salvation by grace means it's OK to ignore spiritual natural law."
"If he isn't going to try to convert me, what's he going to talk about?"
"Spiritual natural laws."
I protest again, "What I believe is personal. He isn't telling me what to believe."
We drive for two or three minutes without either of us talking. Finally she says, "I agree with you, Peter, about some of this being personal. But you can't hide behind the argument that a certain topic is too personal to discuss; that's a popular circular argument that just means you want to hide from that topic and remain ignorant. So what we're going to do now is meet with Gabriel, and talk and listen, just like we did with Simon and just like we did with Ayo. I'll ask that you have some trust in him and me that we're not trying to do anything more than teach you to make good decisions for yourself. If you later decide, after careful thought, that he and I are lying or wrong, you can forget what was said today, and I won't bring it up again. Deal?"
"Maybe," I fire back and turn away. Obviously, I'll meet with him, because I can't get out and walk back. But I decide I won't like him.
Once we reach Macon, Sage exits I-75 at Eisenhower Boulevard and finds her way to Rabbi's house. As we drive along, she describes the area and some of the large old Southern homes, now run-down and boarded up. It sounds to me like we are in a poor area of Macon. She parks about halfway down Bennett Street. Following her, I cross the narrow yard and climb the couple of steps to the concrete porch.
"It's a small porch and house," she says, ringing the doorbell, "so watch your step, and you better stand behind me so the door doesn't hit you when it opens."
The bell is still chiming as the front door opens and someone unlatches the screen door. A deep voice rumbles, "Sage, glad to see you made it."
"Of course," she replies. I hear the popping sound of a kiss and reach out to grab her arm. "And this is Peter."
"Hello, my friend." Sage guides me toward the voice so we can shake hands. Actually, he catches my hand and wrist in his bear paw and gives me a light squeeze. His fingers feel as solid as steel. I just nod.
"Please come in. Sage, you know the way. I'll follow."
Sage leads me a few feet down a hall, and then we turn sharply to the left. "Here's the living room, Peter," she says. "The couch is five feet at two o'clock. Watch out for the coffee table, four feet at twelve o'clock."
I take a seat, and Sage slides in next to me. He sits across from us. Sage and Rabbi talk a few minutes about Mr. L'bleak and Professor DeLuz while I take guesses at the house. I definitely smell gasoline.
"Thanks for coming to see me, Peter," he says. "Sage has told me a lot about you."
"She tell you I'm her project too?"
"Peter," she asks, "what are you talking about?"
"The Professor called me a project, so I suppose you're telling everybody I'm your project."
"No," his voice slowly rolls over me, "Sage hasn't told me you're a project. She told me we have a lot in common, and that maybe we can be friends."
"Like what you got in common with me?" I ask.
"Like I used to ride bicycles with Sage."
I didn't know this. "What kind of bikes?"
"She had a red String-Ray that was too small for her, and I had a clunker I built," he replies.
"Which of you is younger?"
"I'm about two years older," he replies.
"How fast could you go on your bike?" I ask.
"Flat out? About twenty."
"That's nothing. We can do forty, no problem."
"On her aluminum-frame Trek with sixteen gears, I bet you can." He pauses, and then asks, "Have you ever been on a motorcycle?"
"Uh-uh."
"I have several, and top speed of the Kawasaki is over one-fifty. Maybe you'd like to take a spin with me, see what some balls-out speed is about?"
"Whoa, boys," Sage interrupts before I can respond. "Not on my watch you're not."
"Please Sage, pleeease," I beg.
"Out of the question, don't even think about it. And don't you suggest anything like that again, Bucko," she says to Rabbi.
"Yes, ma'am," he snickers. "Sorry, my man. Something we'll just have to plan behind her back," he encourages me.
He might be all right, I think to myself, a guy with a cool side, not just some out-of-touch preacher. I sit for a minute thinking of the possibilities of operating a motorcycle. Can I do that blind? Is there such a thing as tandem motorcycling?
"All right," she says, "on to business. Gabriel?"
"Peter, I'm told Simon has introduced you to the writings of James Allen, and Sage has been explaining natural laws to you. Is that right?"
"Uh-huh."
"Good. So let's talk about the laws of nature and other stuff. OK?"
"OK," I reply hesitantly. I hear Sage get out her journal and uncap her pen.
Sage's Journal
August 21, 1988
Macon, GA
Laws of Nature — God's laws — govern everything and everyone equally. All Laws of Nature can be put on one of two lists: natural laws and supernatural laws. Natural laws are those we know and understand, while supernatural laws are those we don't know or don't understand. … As we come to know and understand a supernatural law, it moves from that column to the natural law column. This division holds whether we're considering a physical, social, or spiritual law.
…Laws of Nature govern the earth's orderly existence. Follow them, and the earth operates in an orderly manner; disobey them, and the result is disorder. We can usually explain why something happens or fails to happen with natural laws. …occasionally something which is out of the ordinary happens, such as the unpredictable path of a hurricane or the killing spree of a maniac. Where they're not explainable with natural laws, I think these kinds of events are controlled by yet undiscovered supernatural laws, which are as dependable as the known natural laws.
Although we know or understand only natural laws, it's reasonable to believe God — having created the Laws of Nature — understands both the natural and supernatural realms. Once created, the Laws of Nature control both people and God.
"What do you mean the Laws of Nature control God?" I demand.
"I mean," Rabbi says, "a system is in place that controls the earth, and that system is the Laws of Nature. I think these laws bind everything and everyone, including God. To break one of the laws, willingly or unwillingly, is going to produce a negative consequence. People break them all the time, but I don't think God is going to break one of His laws."
"Another way to look at it," Sage says, "is to think of an honest judge. Once the judge issues a ruling, everyone in her jurisdiction is bound by it, including the judge. God operates the same way. He willingly binds Himself to His own laws."
"And His laws treat everyone the same, without difference," Rabbi says. "In the Book of Matthew, it's written: 'He causes His sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous.'"
"But how about when people are killed?" I ask.
"By what?"
"Earthquakes and stuff like that."
"Our world is filled with daily examples of the unexplained—catastrophes as well as miracles—that destroy or benefit rich and poor without discrimination," he replies. "I haven't seen sufficient evidence to believe either type of event is attributable to God's specific intervention. To the extent we do or don't understand what caused the catastrophe or miracle, the event should be attributed to either a natural or supernatural law."
"But how about when people are killed by wars and bombs and stuff like that?" I persist.
"Ah," says Rabbi, "that's a different story."
Sage's Journal
August 21, 1988
Macon, GA
…God has given humans free will. We're free to choose whether to follow or ignore the Laws of Nature, and God doesn't appear to interfere with our choices. … Remember the story of Adam and Eve? God didn't interfere with their decision to eat the forbidden fruit. But like Adam and Eve, when we choose to ignore God's laws, we create a problem. Sometimes we create small problems, and sometimes we create big problems. …either way, we suffer because of our poor decisions.
…another reason we suffer is that others are likewise free to make bad decisions. Their bad decisions can hurt someone like you, unless you or someone else decides not to let them get away with their actions. In other words, another human can intervene in someone's bad decision to stop a bad result…but we have no reason to believe God is going to intervene to prevent us from violating a Law of Nature. To do that would be to remove our freedom of choice. On the other hand, God does help us make intelligent decisions by providing us wisdom through people with experience, our own good judgment, and prayer.
There's a great deal of confusion regarding the word sin. …you can avoid this confusion by remembering this: God's laws are alive and well, and sin is simply lawlessness—the transgression of God's laws. … Logically we sin, that is, we make a poor decision when we transgress God's laws — the Laws of Nature — as Adam and Eve did.
Almost all our troubles are the result of sin, whether we want to admit that or not, and whether it's our sin or the sin of someone else. When we know who hurt us, including ourselves, it's reasonable to be angry with that person for what they did. …but because God doesn't sin (He doesn't break His own Laws), it's not reasonable to blame him for our misery.
"Peter," Rabbi asks, "do you think it's God's will for you to be blind and in foster care?" Even before he finishes, I know I'm turning red. How often I have heard some idiot say it must be God's will for me to be blind, or in foster care, or both? And since it's His will, I should be happy. Rather than helping, comments like those only taunt me and make me angry. I didn't do anything to deserve this situation. Each time I hear shit like that, the bitterness I keep so deeply buried rages to the surface. This time, I can't control myself.
Without a word or definite idea of how far away he is, I leap to my feet, fists clenched and teeth bared. I lunge forward with both fists swinging, but stumble over the coffee table, landing sideways in his lap instead of landing a fist to his mouth.
"Peter, stop it!" Sage screams. I ignore her and try to sit up while swinging my left fist. "PETER!" she screams again.
"Back away, Sage," Rabbi orders. I feel myself lifted into the air and set back on my feet. He must be standing too. To my surprise, he takes my left hand, pulls it up to his throat, and holds it there. "Here I am," he says. I continue punching with my right hand as fast and hard as I can. Chest, shoulders, arms, stomach; with each stroke I connect, because he is too big to miss. But I hear no response, so I swing upward only to slice the air. Sage screams again. I feel her grab my shirt and try to pull me back.
"I said to back away, Sage," he rumbles. "It's under control."
No, it's not, I think to myself. I'm going to pound you and every sonofabitch that thinks I deserve this. I swing upward again and connect with his face. It feels good. I swing for the same spot and again connect, but this time a sharp pain stabs my knuckles and shoots down my forearm. My right arm drops in dull pain, and he lets go of my left hand.
"That last one was my jaw," says Rabbi. "Hope you weren't hurt."
He drapes a paw on my shoulder and leads me back to the couch. I slump down, amazed at myself but more amazed that he helped me to hit him, and then he said he hoped I wasn't hurt. I hear Sage breathing heavily, but she does not say anything, which is also amazing.
"So I take that as 'no,'" Rabbi says as he sits down.
"Huh?" I reply.
"You gave me a split lip. I understand the split lip is your response to my question. By it you mean: 'No, I do not believe it's God's will that I should be blind and in foster care.' Is that right?"
"Damn right," I shout.
"Good. I agree that God does not interfere in our lives to bring us misery, so we don't need to discuss that any further. The question you now need to ask yourself is: 'Since I'm hurt and angry, what am I going to do to overcome my situation?'"
Sage's Journal
August 21, 1988
Macon, GA
Once we understand that our misfortune isn't God's will, then we're free to approach Him for help, rather than incorrectly blame Him and be mad at Him. … God wants to be our helper; Psalm 10 calls God "the helper of the orphan," and without our parents, we foster kids are orphans. …but to have God as your helper, you need to build a relationship with Him.
…like Sage, God wants you to be happy. A relationship with Him is no different, and should be no more a mystery, than your relationship with Sage, whom you talk with, listen to, and trust to steer you when you can't see where you are going. … You can have that same relationship with God, except that you talk by praying, you listen by reading and thinking, and you trust by acting.
When you pray, don't pray for God to rewrite your past. I think those prayers are just a frustrating waste of hope. …instead, pray for help in the form of strength, faith, and the ability to deal with and overcome your present problems. … When you read, turn to the writings of experienced mentors and teachers, and read with an open heart and mind. Some writing will speak to you immediately, and some not until much later. When you act, act on your convictions within the Laws of Nature.
…I'll be honest and say that although I'm certain God doesn't intervene in our lives to harm us, I can't say for certain whether He intervenes to help us. I believe He has assisted me through difficult situations and problems by increasing my strength, intelligence and determination to overcome, but I‘ve also escaped difficult situations and problems without doing more than praying, so I have to consider the possibility that I've been supernaturally assisted in some way. … I know others like me who have also been helped in unexplainable ways.
…you already know the secret of how to benefit from a strong relationship with God. It's the same secret I'm sure you have with Sage: trust. Trust Him, and then hammer away at your problems until you arrive at the life you want, just as you trust her and hammer away at your pedals to move the tandem to your destination.
"Peter," Rabbi says, "have you ever heard the word 'alchemy'?"
"No," I respond.
"It's the power or process of transforming something common into something special. The word was more common centuries ago, when folks, without a strong handle on the physical sciences, thought they could turn lead into gold. That science was called alchemy."
"Can you?" I ask.
"I don't think so," he laughs "It would violate every physical natural law I know. But a person is different; a person can definitely transform himself or herself. I've seen that done countless times."
"So have I," Sage says, ending her long silence.
"When foster teenagers decide to take control of their lives to overcome the harsh beginnings handed them, they start a process of transformation I call Malchemy."
"Malchemy?" asks Sage. "How'd you come up with that?"
"By adding the letter M to form the root word mal -- which means bad. Thus, the Malchemy Transformation is from bad to golden."
"Slick," she says, "very slick. Mind if I use that?"
"You taught it to me, whether you know that or not," said Rabbi. "Be my guest."
Sage's Journal
August 21, 1988
Macon, GA
The Malchemy Transformation requires a couple of steps that overlap… First, work through a personal cleansing process by ridding yourself of negative influences, shedding harmful habits, and eliminating self-loathing thoughts. As part of the cleansing process, consider the possibility that your future isn't really so bleak.
Second, reexamine your opinion of adult authority. …although your personal experience has probably taught you that most adults are either useless or dangerous, you need to consider the possibility that there are many adults who are intelligent and willing to help you without causing you harm. … You just need to learn who they are and seek them out. …sometimes that's easy, and sometimes it's not.
Third, seek wisdom. Through the Book of James we're taught, "But if any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask of God, who gives to all men generously and without reproach, and it will be given to you." … Wisdom is the source of happiness; seek it, learn it, wrap yourself in it, and you will find yourself in harmony with the Laws of Nature.
Although it will take some time and effort, it's well within your power to make the Malchemy Transformation.
"Excuse me," I say.
"What's up?" replies Rabbi.
"My hand hurts. Maybe it needs some ice."
"Of course," says Rabbi, standing up. "And how about some lunch? I can whip us up something." I hear him move past me and out the room.
"Don't go to any trouble, Gabriel," calls Sage. "I can run out and get us something."
"Not around here, you can't," he yells. "Besides, I really have a lot of food. The congregation is growing fast, and they are always dropping off meals for me. They must think that because my girlfriend lives in Atlanta, I never cook. Come on back."
Sage leads me through the dining room and into the kitchen, where Rabbi is cracking ice. After a few seconds, Sage hands me ice wrapped in a towel, sits me down, and tells me to rest my arm on the kitchen table with the ice on the back of my hand. I do this while they make lunch and while and we eat.
"Thanks, Gabriel," Sage says as she finishes, "that was good."
"My pleasure, but I really can't take any credit. All I had to do was heat it up."
Meanwhile, I have been thinking about what happened in the living room, and it occurs to me that Rabbi never said it was God's will that I was in foster care or blind. He only asked if I thought it was God's will. I really had no reason to jump him — he was just asking me a question. I think some more before mumbling, "Look, Rabbi, man, I'm sorry."
"Apology accepted, and no hard feelings on my part. How's your hand?"
"Cold. I'd like to take the ice off. How's your lip?"
"It's fine," he replies. "It'll be whole in no time."
"What's your congregation going to think?" I ask.
Sage bursts out laughing. "They're gonna think he was fighting at least two grown men, and they're both in intensive care somewhere. That's what they're gonna think. They'll never believe he let a kid pop him." Rabbi does not correct the innuendo. She gets up, still laughing. "I'll get you both some aspirin."
"There's some ibuprofen in the garage," he responds. "It'll slow the swelling."
"All right," she says, disappearing from the kitchen.
"Another question, Rabbi, if you don't mind?"
"Shoot."
"What stinks of gasoline?"
"Oh yeah, I have to do something about that. In the dining room is the engine from an Ambassador. That's an Italian motorcycle made by Moto Guzzi. It's about as old as you."
"What's it doing in the house?"
"Yeah, I get that question a lot. I'm restoring it for a friend, and I ran out of space in the garage."
"Is that the one you said goes one-fifty?"
"No, that's the Kawasaki."
Sage returns and hands me two pills to swallow. "Here," she says, "take these." I follow her instructions.
"Still working on the Ambassador, eh?" she asks Rabbi.
"Transforming the old into new takes time," he responds, "and now I can make the same observation of you." She agrees.
After clearing the kitchen table and going on a tour of the shotgun-style house, we are back in the living room.
"Where were we? Starting wisdom?" Rabbi asks.
"Where were we? Starting wisdom?" Rabbi asks.
Continue with Chapter 10, Part 2
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