During my littler detour into the Leib Tropper story I have gone back to reading some of the familiar URLs in the Jewish Blogosphere. The posts and the comments are pointless and disappointing. This is how Micha Josef Berdyczewski must have felt when he came back to Ukraine. The utter hopelessness and despair for the form and the content. I have pioneered the space and it saddens me that in the end the mirror can’t help it but reflect back the disfigured face of that culture. There is really not a single blog at the moment that has the seriousness or the ordinal insight worthy of attention. The monotonous, numb, visually unappealing regurgitation. The ever interchangeable buckets of gossip and the denominational dogma. These things don’t turn quickly, if ever.
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