They call him the
Artist. Not much is known about his origins, or what drives his relentless
search. But one thing is certain: he will stop at nothing to find what he
seeks.
Deep in a forest, somewhere in Russia, a young man braves the dim paths and furious storms in a desperate search for hope from an unlikely source: the Monster of the Woods
“Oh, you little boy,” said the man, resting his free hand on the little boy’s shoulder, “you don’t know what it’s like to have to schlep rocks. When you’ll be big like me, you’ll be happy with a little oven too.”
Why must everything be so difficult? Couldn't G-d have designed our lives so that we wouldn't need to encounter disappointments, challenges and toil every step of the way?
Suddenly the world convulses. Upheaval. Writhing. A crushing, staccato pounding. One brother disappears into the turmoil. The second brother bewails the tragedy--the death of a perfectly fine fellow. Why didn't he take better care? Why did he fall into the abyss?
He stopped before the huge glass window and gazed at the rich people sitting in the plush warm room talking and laughing while eating delicious cheese blintzes...
“Grind, mix, pour, squander the entire gemstone,” commanded the king. “Who knows? Perhaps a single drop will enter the mouth of my son, and he will be healed!”
Perhaps it was the oils of the black bird’s feathers that refracted the light of the sun into so many rainbows. Perhaps it was the mystery of her absolute blackness, or the contrast she held against the bright morning sky. All that could be said is that it was a beauty as indefinable as black is dark.
For as long as anyone could remember, there was a clock mounted high up on the tallest building in the town. But times change. A murmur of discontent was heard in an element of the population . . .
Just as the sun had sighed its last rays, the king and his guards sighted a small bright cottage, whose light bravely defied the dusk of an already darkened valley...
"This was all good and well," explained the old navy diver, "when the ship had been under for a month or so. After that it would begin to rust and the hooks would bring up only huge chunks of iron, leaving the rest of the ship behind"
The day of the wedding arrived. Hundreds of beggars took their places around tables laden with the best food money could buy. But then tragedy struck . . .
“Your Majesty,” said the artist, “I humbly ask that you make no judgment of my work until fifteen minutes after it is unveiled.” An unusual request, but the king nodded in agreement.
Once upon a time there was a fabulously rich man who was miserable. He took up music, sports, travel, even meditation; but nothing seemed to help. With no other choice he went to a wise man for advice...
Once upon a time there was a poor man who heard about a faraway land where diamonds were as plentiful as dust -- one need only bend down and fill one's pockets
From the writings of Rabbi Yosef Yitzchak of Lubavitch
Though motivated by an inner love and a sense of concern for the spiritual health of one's fellow, these rebukes often come in the form of a pricking needle
A King had an only son, the apple of his eye. The King wanted his son to
master different fields of knowledge and to experience various cultures, so he
sent him to a far-off country...
He was full of gratitude to the wagon driver, but his gratitude did not keep
him warm. After a few minutes huddled between the barrels, he was abruptly
reminded that he was still freezing to death, and not being able to move didn’t
help any.
The commander of the Bavarian troops stepped forward, fell to one knee before the Emperor and said: "I ask for autonomy for Bavaria!" "Liberty it shall be!" shouted Bonaparte
Every week, the family cow tethered in my grandmother's yard received a special treat: the pan of water in which the Shabbat pots and dishes had been rinsed...
A donkey fell into a pit, and try as he might, his owner couldn't pull him out. Finally, the farmer decided that since the animal was old, and the pit needed to be covered up anyway, he'd just bury the old donkey right there...
First we drank a glass of wine. Then we ate a bit of parsley. Then they started talking, and talking, and talking. The smell of the food from the kitchen is making me insane, but they don't bring it out!
After a month of determined journeying, the elders of Obmah reached the deep caves of Igsirous, the last bastion of loyalty to King Avmal remaining in the kingdom...
Many dukes and princes wooed the princess, but she turned them down one after another. The king became impatient and swore that the next young man that would come to the gates of the palace would be her husband...
He built them a house and put straw on the benches and brought her tomatoes from the garden. He was so happy and she was devastated. But this was the situation
“Brothers and sisters!” the king roared. “We must each search our hearts and confess our sins, so we should know who is the cause of this calamity . . .”
They heard it before they saw it, an unearthly sound of crashing metal and a thousand charging bulls. And then, in a huge cloud of black smoke, it appeared . . .
Initially, the king and queen thought he was kidding. However, when the prince began to spend his days and nights in the chicken coop, his parents knew that serious trouble was afoot...
A king once had a prized jewel, the crown jewel in his magnificent diadem. But one morning, to his dismay, he discovered a single thin crack descending down its face.
The advisor whose chicken won the race would become the hero of the king's court. Rabbi Yonasan had no idea how to make anything in this world vicious, certainly not a chicken...
One day Feivel hesitantly approached his brother with a proposition: "Perhaps you would consider giving us one of your children to raise in our home and to treat as our own?"
Valencia, Spain. In the dead of night, the rabbi
is awakened to a summons by the enigmatic Señor Fernandez. What follows is a
fascinating tale of courage, triumph, glory – and loss.