modeled a clay figure, given human form. Rough looking, but strong arms and powerful legs. There was nothing except scare with his silent presence who peered into the room where he hid. In a piece of old parchment written in ancient Hebrew characters the hidden name of Yahweh, was then modeled the mouth and deposited inside the strip of parchment, the figure came to life. He obeyed at all, he entrusted the heavier tasks: chopping wood, hauling water, lifting and moving weights, clean the house. Not tired, not eating nor drinking, and had the strength of two or three men. No longer needed to do all these tasks, the clay figure did it for him, but all the eve of the Sabbath took the precaution of removing the strip of parchment from the mouth, the figure returned to its original state of immobility, lifeless, waiting silent until last Sabbath, again introducing the strip into his mouth, and the figure argued, without emotion and mechanically tasks. One day something happened, was the beginning of the Sabbath. Someone scared, he said that in his house heard strange noises, shock and awe-inspiring cries, then he remembered that on the eve forgot to remove the strip of parchment, too many things to do. The reading of the psalm had not yet started and had not yet begun the Sabbath. Swiftly ran home, found everything destroyed, furniture games, dead animals, and the clay figure that lashed unconscious, out of mind, against everything that was, uttering horrible screams of terror that paralyzed all. With great aplomb he approached her, raised his arms, everything seemed calm, carefully remove the strip of parchment and the figure dropped to the ground. In order not to relive ever, Rabbi Loew understood the lesson, crumpled parchment strip angry and threw the fireplace. Everything was possible in this crazy emperor Prague, occupying his time between astrologers and alchemists and ecstasy, alone in his motley and monstrous cabinet. Many say the story ends here, others do not think so and say that you can still see the golem. Leave your traces of mud on the corners, be incomplete and imperfect self being scared and scaring those who are with him.
The golem is a true reflection of the imperfection of its creator, so do not talk, is incapable of learning, blindly follows the orders of his master, and has no conscience. Is capable of doing great things, and also the most abject. Worst of all, the golem may acquire its own life, that simulacrum of life just to fool the golem itself, has no fear of its creator and will not be removing the parchment from its mouth. Take its simplicity and consistency vulgar appeal, his rough emotions for moral rectitude, the dirty mud of its substance by the most worthy attributes. Disproportionate use its power without conscience and will create around him a dirty clay court composed of sycophants afraid. Their old masters will look scared of the creature that escaped from their hands, they accuse each other of their loss and try to shake off the responsibility to see to believe positive things in your child. Unable to learn the lesson of Rabbi Loew, will be swallowed by a mud monster.
Golems in politics, are real, some in positions of responsibility, have pointy eyebrows and penalties have learned to weave thoughts. They are powerful, but still muddy. And nothing would be without parchment guard, crumpled under the tongue.
Valencia, Tuesday 26 December. Blinding light at noon, even the beach looks like a postcard from California. Perfect, but for the temperature, and the jangling Christmas lights switch on at dusk.
PD Heraclitus is wrong, some things remain: the lottery (gross way to pay more taxes) and the soporific and bland official speech crowned inevitably interpreted as if it were incomprehensible oracle, journalists and politicians.
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