A night with the Frierdike Rebbe

Tonight, I made the effort to attend kollel and get some learning done. I did something I regrettably haven't done in a while - I opened up a sefer from the Frierdike Rebbe, made a hot tea for myself, and read. And read. And read. Mesmerised. It's unbelievable.

Here are two fascinating points that 'took' (vos hob'n mir dernumen) me:

1) In a letter to his daughter, Sheina, the Frierdike Rebbe makes reference to his father, the Rebbe Rashab, and paranthetically adds: "...I can't write about him as is the regular custom to write about one who is no longer alive in a physical body. He is alive in me, in my heart and in my memory. For me, this is the only tool that can carry me through my life. In my regular letters that I send out, I am compelled to write about him as is the regular custom, however the truth is that he lives on; I can see him right now in my memory."
(Sorry for this dry translation. I know the yiddish version is alot better.)

I reckon these paranthetic words are extremely pertinent for ourselves today. A message very clear.

I haven't got time to write the second one. Sorry. It's quite juicy.

In the meantime, let's try and digest this one!

"Vadai Baby!"