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Comments on Torah Portion Toldot – Breaking, Becoming Free

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November 25, 2022

 

Breaking – Free

Thoughts on Torah portion Toldot 2022 (adapted from earlier versions)

 

Polonius, in Shakespeare’s Hamlet, is presented as sincere (the sincerity of the shallow), but also as an insufferably garrulous and “tedious old fool.”  The character of Polonius is the one who says the words,

 

“This above all: to thine own self be true / And it must follow, as the night the day / Thou canst not then be false to any man.”

 

Polonius (as brilliantly drawn by Shakespeare) uses this adage to cap a series of proverbs that he pontificates to his son Laertes, as the latter is heading back to his studies. I can’t remember an actor playing Laertes, but I can imagine him rolling his eyes as Polonius preens before the audience.

 

The adage, in the mouth of Polonius, is dripping with savage irony.

 

I’ll unpack the irony with questions:  Who knows one’s self enough to be true to it? Who can claim true self-knowledge?  I have a theory: Most of us don’t know ourselves, unless and until our mettle has been sorely tested, and even then it is just a small step.

 

You might gain knowledge of self if you do the assiduous and painful work that, according to Socrates, makes life worth living.  Hard work with no visible payoff.

 

To which self be true?  The self that is seeking its own interests, while masquerading in fancy pious subterfuges?  Or the self of day-to-day prevarications, lest we admit to ourselves who we are.

 

I would not have us ask these questions of the brilliantly drawn character of Polonius, a caricature reminding me of those who parade themselves around as “woke” – a person who doesn’t seem to have access to anything but slogans, aphorisms and untested thoughts.

 

Here’s a question that might have awakened Mr. Polonius from his “woke” stupor (had he not been knifed): What if, in a given moment, the only way you can be true to yourself is to con another person?

 

This is the dilemma of Jacob in our Torah portion, brilliantly discussed by Avivah Zornberg in her book on Genesis. This Torah portion presents yet another cutting narrative of the existentialist quandary:  Who am I? How did I get here? What am I supposed to do?

 

Put more precisely:  How do I know what to do when I don’t know who I am? Or when all I am sure of is that I gain the confidence of others to get my way?

 

The acute existentialist quandaries in Genesis, of Noah, of Abraham, of Sarah, Hagar (and even of God) seem to converge in the character of Jacob. Zornberg emphasizes Jacob’s starting place as being an “ish tam” – a pure, simple, blameless, innocent man, a dweller of tents. If you sit alone in your tent, untouched by the outside world, refusing to look inward, sure, you can remain innocent.  You are only conning yourself. “Tent” here, then, is a metaphor, referring to a purposeful shutting out of the world of suffering, even your own.

 

(Sometimes when I read a book on ethics, the author presents some quandary where if you intentionally kill one person you can save five others. I want to ask the author, “Did this ever happen to you or someone you know? Have you ever killed someone to save someone?  Did you ever watch somebody die? Did you maybe then officiate at the funeral of the innocent person you killed to save others?”  I think those artificial ethical quandaries are vulgar, written by professors who “dwell in tents.”)

 

Zornberg writes, “The disintegrated, alienated and distraught consciousness . . . represents a higher mode of freedom than that of the ‘honest soul’ . . . ” (The Beginning of Desire, p. 154).  Jacob symbolizes this freedom by his becoming someone other than who he has been, because the moment requires it. Not just that he disguises himself as his brother, but more –  that in disguising himself, in having agreed to disguise himself for a higher purpose, he merges on to Highway 61, driving into a world of ambiguity where the clear moral road seems to end, where a former identity has to be left behind.

 

If Jacob will become equal to what the moment demands, he has to abandon “ish tam” – the blameless, innocent dweller of tents. When people say, “It wasn’t morally right for Jacob to deceive his father and steal the birthright from his brother,” the response is, “That’s exactly the point of the story.”  It is called a moral dilemma. Maybe it asks of you:  How far will you go to do what must be done?

 

The ego-self seeks continuity, that you will live life in a linear way. What you will think, feel, say and do tomorrow will link pretty evenly with what you thought, felt, said and did yesterday. You don’t change your mind and you don’t change your stride. You stay inside your tent.

 

Something happens – a curve ball, a swerve that leaves you with the realization that ‘what you will become’ is at stake.

 

What you do now will shape everything that happens next.

 

I sometimes counsel people in those situations, and I see it. The momentary flash in someone’s eyes where they feel a moral flicker and that the way forward is open. I detect that moment of terrifying freedom, where, at least for a moment, the will to do what is required is greater than the habit to listen to a voice of fear, of pettiness, of self-righteousness, a voice of avoidance.

 

You can feel regret when you realize you could have done something differently, something truer and more right. Regret for not having done the right thing leads to a certain kind of heartbreak – heartbreak from the knowledge of what you could have done, could have been. You live repairing that moment.

 

I can never predict who will live toward the future and who will die tied to the past. In the one second flash in the eyes of wondering – “Can I do this?” “Can I become other than how I have been?” – we find the existential crisis. Can I break – free?

 

When Jacob put on the mask, another mask fell away. Jacob went from being an “ish tam,” a “whole man,” to an “ish shavur,” a “fragmented man,” fragmented by the wisdom that is required for hard choices. And there’s nothing more precious before God than a broken heart.

 

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