ביטול ע”ז בכל שבעת ימים תאכל מצות | זוהר שביעי של פסח תשפ”ו
April 7, 2026
The shiur starts late and hard. The host says the hour is difficult, then keeps going into how Shabbos sits inside Yom Tov. Matzah becomes the first pressure point. He sets it against chametz again and again, not as food talk, but as a test of what has to be cleared out. The transcript slips, repeats, and muddies the edges. Oddly, that fits. The host is also circling back, trying to pull real obligation apart from surface habit. Seven days matter. The first night of eating matzah is not enough for the question he is asking, because the work has to continue after the first act. Then the shiur turns from law into image. A person is seen through ceremony, crowned or raised into a role, and still somehow not recognized for seven days. The example is strange and sticky. A priest, a governor, a general, or some public religious figure becomes the everyday picture for a hidden change. The point does not arrive neatly. He keeps pressing on whether someone has truly left one world, or only looks for a moment like he has. Chametz carries the suspicion here. It sounds like the old worldly self, the part that still wants weight after the ritual has started. Matzah is thinner and tougher. It does not dress the person up. It pares the claim down until only dependence remains. The ending turns hard toward oneness. Month after month, many voices can say no, not the God, not the God, but the host keeps driving toward the blunt line: only one is the God. That is what the seven days are carrying. The practice is remembrance, but also repeated work: cancelling false weight, false crown, and false separateness.