Listen, the race is rigged. I know because my old friend Reb Shia told me, and he never lied to me in the 40 years that I knew him, and in the 50 years before I knew him he never lied to anyone else, not even himself.
He told me just before he passed from this world, there in his hospital room. When he saw me, he waited not a second before opening and telling me one of his “never-lies,” like this:
“The race ends here. Believe me. There are only two horses in this race, and they don’t have those foolish names they usually give race horses because this race is for real. Here, their names are Visible and Invisible.
“There are plenty of times you have to ride Visible, you can’t help it. But listen to me: put your money onInvisible. Only one in a million people will bet on him. Be one of them. And I’m telling you a secret that is true without a doubt: The race is rigged. Only Invisible will make it to the finish line and into the winner’s circle. That’s set up from the beginning.
“Almost everyone bets on Visible. He’s easy to see. And Invisible doesn’t make it easy for us. He has a mind and a logic of his own. Sometimes, like his name, he can’t even be seen on the track. He takes off on his own and everyone thinks the race is over and are ready to crown Visible as the winner.
“But then Invisible shows up again, mystifying everyone. What they don’t understand is that while seeming to be off-track, he has been in The Place of Many Treasures, and those who were riding him went with him and had the time of their life.
“I haven’t the strength left any more to tell you about that place, but FIND IT! Remember, no matter how much time you need to spend riding Visible, open your eyes and look for Invisible and take every chance you can to get back on him. If you don’t know how to see him, learn how. Keep your money on him, increase your bet on him. Not only will the ride be better, but you’re guaranteed to get to the finish line and into the winner’s circle, crowned with flowers, rewarded with treasure beyond belief, and applauded by the ones who count.
“Listen, my friend, the race is rigged, and you’ll win if you put your money on Invisible. You’ve been my good friend and I have to tell you. Who should know if not me, now, right here? It’s as clear as can be, as beautiful as can be. I always thought it might be that way, but now I know. Go for it!”
What is there to say after being given an inheritance like that? That was my friend, Reb Shia, ז”ל, whose memory, I’ve seen, is for a blessing.