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Golems come from Jewish mythology. They are automatons made from clay. They could only be created by the holiest by the holiest of rabbis by inscribing one of the secret names of God on either the golem's forehead or inside the golem's mouth. Most of them were mindless and could only do simple tasks, while some had great powers, though they lacked the human ability to speak.
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Interestingly enough, I've always associated golems with that one 1920's silent film version:
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Basically, Moe on steroids.
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Basically, Moe on steroids.
Thoroughly welcome for the sharing of it between us, good LoneWolf-Chummer. The idea of the Modern Prometheus- which, if I understand it, partially inspired Mary Shelley's writing of the 'Created Man' or 'Frankenstein' by the Talmudic Homunculus called the Golem- was not in defiance of God by either the rebellious, vengeful Rabbi seeking to do justice inspired by the clay-form powered by the word of God to spite the Creator and First-Maker, nor Victor Frankenstein to play theft of Creative Ultimation from that great Holy Father for himself, but to somehow commune with creation in a way that met the needs of either the men who did it, or the situation necessarily to make meet and resolve it.
Victor didn't sew together parts of corpses stolen from the murdered or from freshly-dug graves, collect the amniotic fluid from the wombs of women and violently, deliberately forced to abort their growing children to provide that liquid to his single child of proof. Nor was it proof that a human could create a living human-being from the derelict tissue of the dead on their operating table. The process by which the Frankenstein was given life should not have worked. There was no way for it to have. What was happening was God giving the Animator-Man the ability to do it, gifting that moment and process beyond reason and possibility otherwise, like Prometheus without punishment or binding being gifted with the Shard of Fire and bringing it as a subsequent gift to the men and women of his mortal kin.
That Rabbi was not seeing vengeance and justice and using the Golem to exact that justice: he instead was empowered by the Holy-gifted Word of God to become the Vengeance he sought, as the berserkr of A-Viking admiration and quaking fear. He was proving it to himself, as was Frankenstein proving to himself that his own obsessions were and would be his own undoing and death. And that's what happened in the end. The Frankenstein didn't kill Victor, his maker. Frankenstein abandoned himself to his obsession, first in breaking every basic rule of human feeling and behaviour to create in the end and empowerment of his ritual, that life he sought to mesh in gestalt, then to destroy it, after the Frankenstein took his wife, his sister and young cousin by his hands. The Creator didn't do that to him, nor took away from him what he had lost. Whatever he brought with him there, was always within him.
I choose to belief that in a honest and fair world, such a place in absolute is also a house of truth, where we do not hide from what is within us, nor abstain from the responsiblity of it being us and owning that, as an honest man or woman I hope always would. And all of what we bring to it, is returned to us in exact and equal revelation, understanding and acceptance. When you don't hide what you are from yourself, you will meet the world with that same, whole-meant honesty. And it will always be better that way. You will not fear what you are, nor what others hide. Because that's their business, unless you're invited otherwise. That is key to simple human respect.
Both the tale of the Golem, and of the Frankenstein, are cautionary tales. But not because God punishes the men he sees who have taken from him. It's more like Trinity telling Neo, before seeing the Oracle: 'Let me give you just one word of advice: Be honest.'
-2Paw.
Victor didn't sew together parts of corpses stolen from the murdered or from freshly-dug graves, collect the amniotic fluid from the wombs of women and violently, deliberately forced to abort their growing children to provide that liquid to his single child of proof. Nor was it proof that a human could create a living human-being from the derelict tissue of the dead on their operating table. The process by which the Frankenstein was given life should not have worked. There was no way for it to have. What was happening was God giving the Animator-Man the ability to do it, gifting that moment and process beyond reason and possibility otherwise, like Prometheus without punishment or binding being gifted with the Shard of Fire and bringing it as a subsequent gift to the men and women of his mortal kin.
That Rabbi was not seeing vengeance and justice and using the Golem to exact that justice: he instead was empowered by the Holy-gifted Word of God to become the Vengeance he sought, as the berserkr of A-Viking admiration and quaking fear. He was proving it to himself, as was Frankenstein proving to himself that his own obsessions were and would be his own undoing and death. And that's what happened in the end. The Frankenstein didn't kill Victor, his maker. Frankenstein abandoned himself to his obsession, first in breaking every basic rule of human feeling and behaviour to create in the end and empowerment of his ritual, that life he sought to mesh in gestalt, then to destroy it, after the Frankenstein took his wife, his sister and young cousin by his hands. The Creator didn't do that to him, nor took away from him what he had lost. Whatever he brought with him there, was always within him.
I choose to belief that in a honest and fair world, such a place in absolute is also a house of truth, where we do not hide from what is within us, nor abstain from the responsiblity of it being us and owning that, as an honest man or woman I hope always would. And all of what we bring to it, is returned to us in exact and equal revelation, understanding and acceptance. When you don't hide what you are from yourself, you will meet the world with that same, whole-meant honesty. And it will always be better that way. You will not fear what you are, nor what others hide. Because that's their business, unless you're invited otherwise. That is key to simple human respect.
Both the tale of the Golem, and of the Frankenstein, are cautionary tales. But not because God punishes the men he sees who have taken from him. It's more like Trinity telling Neo, before seeing the Oracle: 'Let me give you just one word of advice: Be honest.'
-2Paw.
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