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The Builders Who Wept for Bricks but Not Men

At Babel, a fallen brick was mourned for a year while a fallen worker was ignored. Then the builders shot arrows at heaven and saw blood on the tips.

Curated by Arthur · Told by Maggid ·
Table of Contents
  1. What the Builders Were Counting
  2. Three Factions, One Tower
  3. What They Did With the Blood
  4. What the Tower Became
  5. The Language That Broke Mid-Sentence

What the Builders Were Counting

When a brick fell from the summit of the Tower of Babel, the workers wept. It had taken a year to carry that brick to the top, and now it lay shattered on the ground below, and that year of labor was gone. When a man fell from the same height and died, no one wept. No one paused. The man was replaced. The brick was mourned.

The ancient sources record this without comment. No gloss, no editorial shudder. The builders wept for the brick. They did not weep for the man. That is the accounting of Babel, and it is more frightening than the height of the structure or the anger of God or the scattering of the languages.

Three Factions, One Tower

Nimrod had assembled six hundred thousand men on the plain of Shinar. Three factions drove the project, and each had its own theology of destruction. The first group said: let us ascend into heaven and make war against God. The second said: let us ascend and place our idols in heaven and worship them there, above everything, where God himself sits. The third said: let us ascend with our bows and spears and simply ruin the heavens entirely. None of these purposes required bricks. But bricks were what they had.

They built upward. When they reached what they believed was the level of heaven, they shot their arrows straight up. The arrows came back with blood on the tips.

What They Did With the Blood

The builders took the blood as proof that their arrows had killed. They said: we have slain the beings of heaven. The ancient account does not say whether they understood they were being shown a lie or a truth; it records only their conclusion and the pride that followed it. They had reached the sky. They had drawn blood from it. The tower was working.

God looked down at the city and the tower and made his assessment. Their purpose was unified. Their language was one. Whatever they imagined doing, they would be able to do it. So the languages broke apart. The six hundred thousand men on the plain of Shinar stopped understanding each other mid-sentence. Men who had been passing bricks hand to hand for years found that the word for brick no longer worked in the mouth of the man beside them.

What the Tower Became

One third of the tower was burned by fire that came from heaven. One third sank into the earth. One third was left standing. Some of the builders were turned into monkeys or ghosts, unable to finish their transformation into what they had been trying to become. The plain of Shinar was left with a ruin, a stub of ambition sticking up from the ground, and a scattered population that could no longer speak to each other.

The bricks they had wept over were still there, at the bottom of the rubble. The men they had not wept over were scattered to the edges of the world.

The Language That Broke Mid-Sentence

The scattering happened in the middle of work. Men who had been laboring together for years, who had developed the specialized vocabulary of a massive construction project, the words for mortar and scaffold and load-bearing and vertical, suddenly found those words gone from the mouth of the man beside them. The ancient account is not specific about the exact mechanism but it is specific about the result: the project became impossible the moment communication became impossible, and the men who had been unified by the tower were now separated by it. The tower had been built to prevent exactly this kind of dispersal, the builders wanting to stay in one place and make a name for themselves rather than be scattered across the face of the earth. The tower was the instrument of the scattering it was meant to prevent.

The ruin stood on the plain of Shinar for generations. Travelers who passed it could see the marks of the fire on the upper third, the subsidence where the earth had swallowed the lower third, and the middle third still standing, bleached by sun, unreachable from above and unsupported from below.

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Chronicles of Jerahmeel XXXChronicles of Jerahmeel (Gaster, 1899)

The builders of the Tower of Babel were not just confused. They were transformed. According to the Chronicles of Jerahmeel, a 12th-century Hebrew chronicle translated by Moses Gaster in 1899, when God confounded their language, He also changed their form into that of monkeys. Brothers could not recognize each other. When builders ordered stones, workers brought water. When they asked for water, they received stubble.

The tower itself was a massive undertaking, seventy steps high, with the ascent from the east and the descent from the west. The builders' priorities were revealing: if a man fell from the tower, nobody cared. But if a single brick fell, they wept bitterly and cried, "When, oh when, will another be brought up?" Bricks mattered more than people.

Their ambitions went beyond architecture. The builders planned to "take axes and break open the firmament" so the waters above would drain below, preventing God from ever sending another flood. They intended to wage war against heaven itself and establish themselves as gods. God's response was decisive. He declared He would scatter them, destroy some by water and others by fire, and strike them with thirst, "but Abram, My servant, I shall select."

God revealed that the land He intended for Abraham had been spared even during the flood. He never sent the deluge upon it. Now He would bring Abraham there, make a covenant with him and his descendants forever, and be their God for eternity. Abram had cursed the builders in God's name, but they ignored him. So God descended with seventy thousand angels and shattered their single language into seventy tongues. The tower was abandoned. The people were scattered across the earth.

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Legends of the Jews, IV. Noah, Nimrod's 600,000 Builders Reach for the HeavensLegends of the Jews

The story of the Tower of Babel is a classic tale exploring that very theme. It’s a story about ambition gone wild, about a collective "we can do anything" attitude that ultimately… well, doesn't end so well.

In Legends of the Jews, the seeds of this monumental disaster were sown in the heart of Nimrod, that powerful and, shall we say, not-so-pious king. His advisors hatched a plan: to build a tower that would reach the heavens. And, six hundred thousand people, a veritable mob, apparently, showed up in the land of Shinar to make it happen.

Why? What was the point of this colossal construction project? It wasn't just about reaching for the stars, metaphorically speaking. It was a rebellion against God. Ginzberg details three distinct factions among the builders, each with their own rebellious agenda.

One group wanted to literally wage war against God. Can you imagine? Another aimed to install idols in the heavens and worship them there. And the third… well, they just wanted to shoot the place up with bows and arrows. A little less ambitious, perhaps, but equally disrespectful.

The tower's construction dragged on for years. It grew so tall, it apparently took a full year to climb to the top. This detail highlights the builders' warped priorities: A brick, we're told, became more valuable than a human life. A worker’s death went unnoticed, but a dropped brick? That was a tragedy. It would take a year to replace! Midrash Rabbah emphasizes their relentless dedication: women continued molding bricks even during childbirth, strapping their newborns to themselves to keep working.

And the arrogance! They were constantly shooting arrows into the sky, which then fell back to earth covered in blood. This, of course, confirmed their delusion: "We have slain all who are in heaven!" they reportedly cried.

So, what did God do? in the story, God turned to the seventy angels surrounding His throne and said, essentially, "Let's go down there and mess with their language so they can’t understand each other anymore."

And that’s exactly what happened. Suddenly, communication broke down. One person would ask for ḥomer (mortar), and another would hand them levenah (a brick). Frustrated, they’d hurl the brick at their partner, sometimes killing them. Chaos reigned.

The builders were punished based on their intentions. Those who wanted to worship idols became apes and phantoms. Those who wanted to attack heaven with weapons turned on each other. And those who wanted to fight God directly were scattered across the earth.

As for the tower itself? Part of it sank into the earth, part was destroyed by fire, and only a third remained standing. And even that place, we're told, retained a strange quality: whoever passed by would forget everything they knew. Spooky. The story suggests that the punishment for building the Tower of Babel was comparatively lenient. The generation of the Flood, who were guilty of violence and theft, were completely wiped out. But the builders of Babel, despite their blasphemy, were spared. Why? Because they were united and lived in harmony with one another. The text suggests that peace and cooperation are highly valued, even above religious piety. Division and hatred, on the other hand, are utterly destructive.

The story also touches on another significant event: one of the ten times, it's said, that God descended to earth between creation and judgment day. During this descent, God and the seventy angels cast lots for the nations. Each angel received a nation, and Israel became God's chosen people. Each nation was assigned a language, with Ivrit (Hebrew) – the language used by God at creation – reserved for Israel.

So, what can we take away from this ancient story? Is it just a cautionary tale about overreach? Or is there something deeper? Perhaps it’s a reminder that unity, even in misguided endeavors, holds a certain value. And maybe, just maybe, it's a reflection on how easily communication can break down, and the catastrophic consequences that can follow when we stop understanding each other. It certainly gives you something to think about.

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