ABSTRACT
The Hasidic leader, Rabbi Hanokh, retold an old jest.
‘There was once a man who was very stupid. When he got up in the morning it was so hard for him to find his clothes that at night he almost hesitated to go to bed for thinking of the trouble he would have on waking. One evening he finally made a great effort, took paper and pencil and as he undressed noted down exactly where he put everything he had on. The next morning, very well pleased with himself, he took the slip of paper in his hand and read: “cap” — there it was, he set it on his head; “pants” — there they lay, he got into them; and so it went on until he was fully dressed. “That's all very well, but now where am I myself? ” he asked in great consternation. “Where in the world am I? ” He looked and looked, but it was a vain search; he could not find himself. And that is how it is with us.’ 1
