People talk about loshon hora, mesira, as if we would all know each other. We are numbers, no name, no face.
It reminds me of a Chelmer joke.
The people of Chelm had a list of jokes, and every so often they would get together and tell each other the same jokes over and over again. One day, someone had a *brilliant* idea. Instead of repeating the jokes, which took time, they gave each joke a number, and from then onward they would tell each other jokes by saying a number. The jokes were numbered from 1 to 50. One day someone said “joke number 52”. One person laughed hysterically because he had never heard this joke before! (the joke didn’t exist!).
The nimshal is that in the cr, we are numbers, we don’t exist for each other, and yet people go round saying that number 65 spoke loshon hora about number 82.
Raboisai, it’s a Chelmer joke.