Parshat Bereshit6 min read

When Darkness First Fell and Adam Struck Two Stones

For a week the world never set. Then the first Sabbath ended, the sun drowned in the sea, and a terrified Adam struck two stones in the dark.

Curated by Arthur · Told by Maggid ·
Table of Contents
  1. The Sun That Bathed in the Western Sea
  2. The First Darkness and the Fear of the Serpent
  3. Two Stones in the Dark
  4. The Blessing Torn Loose

For one whole week the world did not close its eyes. The sun hung over the new earth without setting, a living thing with two faces, and it did not rest because nothing yet had told it to. One face was fire, and that face turned down toward the soil where the rivers were still finding their channels and the first beasts were learning their own legs. The other face was hail, and that face turned up toward heaven. If the fire had burned alone the ground would have cracked to ash and the green would have curled and died. The hail held the balance. Between the two faces the world stayed warm and did not burn.

Adam walked under that unbroken brightness and did not know it could end. He had never seen a shadow lie down and stay. The light came from everywhere at once, even and patient, and it lit the garden the same at what would later be called midnight as at noon. He named the animals in it. He learned the taste of fruit in it. He did not know the word for dark because there was nothing dark to name.

The Sun That Bathed in the Western Sea

The first Sabbath came, and for one day even the work of the world held still. Then the Sabbath ended.

The sun, weary from its long unbroken labor over the earth, leaned toward the west and went down into the ocean to wash. The water took its fire the way water takes a coal. The great burning face dipped under the waves and the flame went out of it, and as the flame went out the light went out of the world. This was the first time the earth had ever felt the sun extinguished. The warmth thinned. The colors drained from the garden. And then, for the first time since the first day of creation, it was night.

Far off, the moon and the stars went down to wash as well, but not in fire. They bathed themselves in a stream of hail, cold and quiet, and rose pale and watchful over a world that had gone strange and dim. Their cool light was not the sun's light. It did not warm. It only watched.

The First Darkness and the Fear of the Serpent

Darkness came down on Adam like a hand closing.

He had no memory to tell him the sun would climb out of the sea again in the east, lave itself in a stream of flame, and come back burning. He only knew that the light he had lived inside since his first breath was gone, and that he could no longer see what moved in the grass. Somewhere out there was the serpent. In the bright days he had watched it slide between the roots, clever and patient, and now the dark had swallowed it whole and left only the sound of it. Every rustle was teeth. Every shift of leaves was the thing coming for him through a world he could no longer see.

He cried out. He called up into the blackness where the even light used to be and begged not to be left blind and hunted in it.

Two Stones in the Dark

No new sun was sent down to him. The night was not taken away.

Instead a knowing rose in Adam from somewhere under his own thoughts, placed there by the One who had made him, a flash of understanding he had not been taught. His hands found two stones in the dark, two plain flints, cold and ordinary in his palms. Something in him said to strike them together. He brought them hard against each other once, and nothing. He struck them again.

A spark leapt off the stones.

It lived for less than a breath, a single bright seed falling, but Adam had seen it, the first light made by a human hand in the whole history of the world. He struck again, and again, and gathered the sparks against dry tinder until they caught and grew and stood up into a small living flame. It was not the sun. It was nothing beside the sun. It was a handspan of light he could carry, and it threw the serpent's hiding places back into the open, and it warmed his cold hands, and it was his.

The Blessing Torn Loose

He stared into the little fire he had struck out of two stones, and a blessing came out of him that no one had taught him to say. It tore loose on its own, the way the spark had. He thanked the One who had hidden fire inside cold rock and hidden the knowing of it inside a frightened man, so that when the great light went down into the sea a smaller light could be raised by hand against the dark.

Above him the two-faced sun was already swinging back toward the east under the world, toward the stream of flame that would set it burning again at dawn. But Adam did not wait for it. He sat through the first night that ever fell, on the far side of the first Sabbath, keeping his small fire fed, no longer blind, no longer only prey, a creature who could make a light of his own and hold it against everything the darkness hid.

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Sanhedrin 38b, 100aTalmud Bavli, Sanhedrin

We flip a switch, strike a match, and poof – light. But imagine a world before that. A world of constant daylight. and then, suddenly, darkness.

That's where our story begins. According to tradition, for the first week of Creation, the sun blazed, a constant companion. There was no night. But as the sun began to set at the close of that very first Shabbat (the Sabbath), that day of rest, imagine Adam's terror! The darkness crept in, unfamiliar and unsettling. He cried out to God, fearing some unknown danger – perhaps the serpent slithering out of the shadows.

What did God do? He didn't just banish the darkness. Instead, He gave Adam the means to combat it. He told Adam to take two flints, those humble stones, and strike them together. And when he did. fire! A spark, a flame, a dancing light born from the darkness. Can you picture Adam's amazement? He was so overcome that he uttered a spontaneous blessing.

That, my friends, is why we recite a blessing over a candle at the end of Shabbat during the Havdalah (the ceremony marking the end of Shabbat) ceremony. Havdalah, meaning "separation," marks the transition from the sacred day of rest back to the work week. It's a ritual filled with sensory experiences – spices, wine, and, of course, the light of the candle. It's a way to acknowledge the beauty of the Shabbat we're leaving behind and to carry its light into the week ahead. We give thanks for the gift of fire. Because, according to this story, fire was created for the very first time at that moment.

It's more than just a nice story, though. These origin stories, as we find them throughout Jewish tradition, tell us about ourselves. We find myths of the creation of the world, as we all know, and of the origin of humanity. And then, these more intimate myths, like the origin of fire, that help us understand our relationship with the world and with God.

The Talmud, specifically Pesahim 54a, offers another fascinating layer to this story. Instead of God explicitly instructing Adam to strike the flints, it suggests that God imbued Adam with divine intuition. Adam, in his primal wisdom, simply knew what to do. It was a spark of understanding, a divinely inspired moment of ingenuity.

And there it is. A series of interconnected beginnings: the first Shabbat, the first sunset, the first darkness, the first fire, and, of course, the first blessing of Havdalah. It all weaves together, a beautiful pattern of creation and connection. You can find related ideas in places like Sanhedrin 38b, 100a, Hagigah 12a, Avodah Zarah 8a, Genesis, Rabbah 8:1, 11:2, 21:3, Exodus Rabbah 32:1, Leviticus Rabbah 14:1, 16:2, B. Pesahim, 54a, and Pesikta Rabbati 23:6, if you want to dig deeper.

So, the next time you light a Havdalah candle, remember Adam, standing in the face of darkness, striking those flints together for the very first time. Think about the origins – not just of fire, but of light, of hope, and of the enduring human spirit that finds a way to create even in the face of the unknown.

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Legends of the Jews 1:44Legends of the Jews

Before science, before telescopes and thermometers, they wove incredible stories to make sense of the sun, the moon, the stars, and the changing seasons. to one such tale, a peek into a world where the cosmos was alive and responsive.

The sun, not as a giant ball of gas, but as a being with two faces. One face, blazing with fire, constantly turned toward the earth. But here's the twist: if it were only fire, we'd all be toast! So, the other face, a face of hail, is turned towards heaven, acting as a cosmic cooler, balancing the intense heat. Isn't that a vivid image?

What about winter? Well, picture the sun, tired of baking the earth, deciding to turn his fiery face away from us, upward towards the heavens. That, according to this ancient view, is how the cold is produced. It's a beautiful, almost poetic explanation.

The story doesn't end there. As the sun sets in the west, exhausted from its daily journey, it dips down into the ocean for a well-deserved bath. According to Ginzberg's retelling in Legends of the Jews, this extinguishes its fire, which is why we have night, no light, no warmth.

However, our solar hero isn’t down for long. As soon as the sun reaches the east in the morning, ready to begin anew, it doesn't just appear. Instead, it laves itself in a stream of flame, a cosmic spa treatment that reignites its warmth and light. Refreshed and renewed, it then sheds this revitalized energy over the earth.

And the sun isn't alone in its nightly cleansing ritual. The moon and the stars, before they begin their nocturnal service, also take a bath. But they bathe in a stream of hail, preparing them for their cool, watchful vigil over the sleeping world.

This isn't just an explanation of the sun and moon. It's a glimpse into a worldview where everything is interconnected, where celestial bodies are living beings with needs and routines, where balance is maintained through constant interaction.: even without our modern understanding, our ancestors looked up at the same sky, felt the same warmth and cold, and sought to understand their place in the universe. And in their stories, we find not just explanations, but a deep sense of wonder and connection to something far greater than themselves. Perhaps, in a way, that's something we can still learn from today.

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