“What are you reading, my lord?”
“Words, words, words.” – Hamlet Act II scene 2
אִישׁ֩ כִּֽי־יִדֹּ֨ר נֶ֜דֶר לה’ אֽוֹ־הִשָּׁ֤בַע שְׁבֻעָה֙ לֶאְסֹ֤ר אִסָּר֙ עַל־נַפְשׁ֔וֹ לֹ֥א יַחֵ֖ל דְּבָר֑וֹ כְּכׇל־הַיֹּצֵ֥א מִפִּ֖יו יַעֲשֶֽׂה׃
If anyone makes a vow to HaShem or takes an oath imposing an obligation on themselves, they shall not break their pledge; they must carry out all that has crossed their lips. (Numbers 30.3)
In this week’s double parashah, much journeying is recounted without being related. Only the names survive, the names given the places where we stopped and rested, setting up our tents and regaining strength to continue walking. So much living goes unrecorded.
We live so much of our lives
without telling anyone,
going out before dawn,
working all day by ourselves,
shaking our heads in silence
at the news on the radio.
– Telephone Repairman, Joseph Millar (excerpted)
The first mitzvah of this week’s Torah reminds us that we are to keep our promises. How are we to do so if we do not even remember making them?
Some of us keep a journal or a diary, allowing us to return to forgotten days and be reminded of the life we lived in those moments, what we did, and with whom. Many of us do so, whether we realize it or not, in the reams of photographs it is so easy to take these days, now that they are digital and immediately available. (Once upon a time, young’un, you had to take your exposed film to a developer and wait for days – days! – before you received the photos you took.)
Ironically, since Jews are the people of memory, much of our lives goes unremarked, just like the lives of our ancestors in the parshas that end the book of Numbers. Behind us we leave a trail of words and acts that we mostly do not remember. That is why our prayers include this line:
שְׁגִיא֥וֹת מִֽי־יָבִ֑ין מִֽנִּסְתָּר֥וֹת נַקֵּֽנִי Who can be aware of errors? Clear me of unperceived guilt (Psalms 19.13)
Because whether or not we remember what we’ve done, and what we’ve promised to do, the effects of our acts are what create the world in which we – and others – live.
We might be tempted to downplay the effect of an unremembered promise which went unkept, if it were not for the seriousness of this week’s command.
According to the Sages, when God declared in the Ten Words, “Do not take my name in vain [through oaths],” the entire universe shook. Why did this command frighten the entirety of creation? Perhaps because a שבועה shevua [oath] summons all שבע sheva [seven], all the seven spiritual roots of creation, and invests them in the cause.
A human is a miniature universe. Since I parallel the world, whatever I do with my soul causes a corresponding effect on the soul of the world. When I make a promise I arouse all the parts of my heart; the physical world then finds all the sources of its existence aroused as well. A false oath weakens every root of mine, and that causes all the channels through which God pours life down to the world to shake with instability.
– Zev Reichman, Flames of Faith 1.19
Our ancestors, who carried the ancient legend that the entire world was created by words (HaShem spoke and there was), understood that with our words we, too, make and unmake worlds, both by our acts and by our forgettings. This is why we understand promises, or oaths, to be so serious. We see how words manipulate our reality today, as we worry over the trustworthiness of media and public figures; our concern over AI is, in part, a quest to understand where we might ground ourselves in certainty, if more and more of what we read and hear may be false.
Our words create, and strengthen, and undermine, our world. Our words have the capacity to help and heal, or to hurt and destroy. May we take our own words as seriously as those we read, hear, and – most of all – repeat.





