It came to be one day that little Mushka was playing with her wooden blocks building mountains and rivers and grand structures that included palaces and vast desert cities. Her grandfather Zev Raimon ben Shlomo sat in his usual place in his favorite chair next to the window watching the flight of northern birds wending their way south. At this time of day near the middle of the afternoon the colors grew more intense and even the clouds took on fantastic shapes giving rise to the contemplative state of mind that Zev Raimon enjoyed the most. In the middle of his reverie Mushka who was four crawled away from her blocks and first on her knees holding on to grandfather’s knee, she stood up and asked her question.
“Grandfather where is Abraham and Moshe? What are they doing besides spending all their time in the holy books?” Mushka asked smiling and cocking her head to one side as if to indicate she was making herself especially ready for the answer.
Zev Raimon looked down at his granddaughter. What answer could he give her? Such questions are very deep indeed especially to be coming from one so young. He thought a bit more and pulled a silver coin out of his pocket.
“What is this I am holding?” Zev Raimon asked of Mushka.
“Zedi why do you always ask a question before you give the answer?” Mushka asked somewhat annoyed.
“Tradition. It’s just how it is done. Go on you answer and I promise to answer your question,” Zev Raimon said smiling warmly a hint of amusement a twinkle in his eyes.
“That is a silver coin that you give me to buy fruit and vegetables at the market,”
Mushka said rendering his expert of course opinion.
“Yes it is a coin to buy the food but it is not the food?”
“Of course not silly. You can’t eat a silver coin.”
“Yes. You are right. The coin represents what you can buy. It is a symbol. In the same way Abraham and Moshe and in fact the entire Torah is a symbol,” Grandfather said.
“I thought the Aleph Bet were the symbols of Torah,” Mushka astutely noted.
“Yes again but inside of the symbols of the Aleph Bet there are more symbols. Abraham for example is a symbol of the discovery of Hashem.”
“Discovery? Was Hashem hiding?”
“No never hiding. But man is hiding from Hashem. When Abraham discovered Hashem he opened up the entire world of holiness for all of his descendants and also showed us the way to reveal the holiness within each of us.”
“How about Moshe?” Mushka asked.
“Moshe is a symbol of what happens when a person discovers Hashem and then loses him amidst the tumult of life only to come upon him again one day. On the day Moshe discovered Hashem he was following in the footsteps of Abraham only he took it one step further in that he gave us a Torah so that we will always remember Hashem to keep His mitzvos and to constantly praise him,” Grandfather explained.
“I think I understand. One thing leads to another and they always point to Hashem so that we will never forget. Even if we do forget Moshe has given us the Torah so that we will remember,” Mushka told him and then kissed her Zedi on the forehead and turned back to her toys. Zedi with a big smile on his face beamed out towards the now setting sun and felt the perfection of this place its time and meaning all revolving around Torah