Saturday night's alright for fighting (at least, you can't do it on Shabbat!)

Is it bizarre that after the most enlightening Shabbat since sliced bread (In other words, in a little while) that I am still up at 5? Inspiration? Fear? Energy... or just plain old curiosity? Are any of them even different? So, After my roommates went to bed, I ended up spending the late hours schmoozing with my neighbours as they returned from their uptown activities...

When the girls had left briefly, 3 of the 5 dudes began wrestling. We maintained the presence of calm. They made attempts at the status of alpha male, but even when i left to come here to type, a decision had not been made. One made a claim, but no one acknowledged it. They boasted of their experiences and triumphs in the ring, at the bars, in their battlefields. "I haven't been in a fight since elementary school," myself.

I thought of how Moshe Rabbeinu fought the Egyptian slave driver and killed him ("Slave driver, you're tables are turned. Catch a fire! Youre going to get burned!" - Marley). That big, bad muther, and Moshe had some skill to put him in his place (my suggestion: from his days growing up as the prince in the palace training in strategy and principles, on the battlefield and in the room, with bodies and with minds) . I've always wanted to put people like that in their place. I try to do that with my mind. I try to do that only when it is constructive. I try to make sure I'm only helping. I try to, but don't always succeed. Moshe was supposedlly the humblest person ever. I like that belief. I like that notion. I like to agree with the midrashim and the potentials that spring forth from it. I thought tonight that the experience of wrestling, of physically getting beaten up is a humbling experience.

I want to believe that there should be midrashim about Moshe that talk about him as a wrestler, as a strategist. I want to believe that this was part of his humility, part of the experience that made hime Moshe. Of course, one might be able to just as much celebrate Shabbat, create art, exercise, meditate, or listen to reggae while typing a blog to cultivate humility. At least that is this one guy's humble opinion.

g'night? Shavua Tov!