Wherein we go deep into the creation of the world, the temple mount, the letter alef, and vomiting blood.

Animals look for their place in the shade, I play word association, chase a bug, and share my thoughts on how to fix all of am yisrael.

Wherein we find more things which are small and big, and maybe we find the relationship to the beis hamikdash.

Wherein we finally finish the fourth chapter, I talk about har habayis, I brag about my kids a little, and it's great to be back.

Wherein this is what it sounds like when doves cry, Rabeynu speaks to us, and ultimately it's up to you to leave your own nest.

Wherein Rebbe Nachman invents beat boxing, the tzadik knows why we cry, sometimes my head and my heart are a thousand miles apart and I don't know why.

Wherein we finish the story of the third beggars.

Wherein the hard of speech beggar does true kindness, the world has a heart, and I want a fountain to flow forth from my heart.

Wherein the gardener returns, a word has a purpose, and wisdom brings war and atheism.

Wherein dave chapelle must go, a diffusion of truth is an absence of it, and please stop with all of the znus.