Post by Ian Pamensky

This week, the world lost three remarkable Jews. 🕯️ Clive Davis (1932–2026). The man with the golden ear. Whitney Houston. Santana. Bruce Springsteen. Kelly Clarkson. Luther Vandross. Five Grammys. Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. And quietly, generously — millions raised for AIDS charities, $5M to NYU, and 50+ years of Pre-Grammy Galas funding MusiCares — caring for musicians in crisis who had given the world joy but needed someone to catch them when they fell. Yaacov Agam (1928–2026). The son of a rabbi from Rishon LeZion who became the father of kinetic art. Guggenheim. Pompidou. Élysée Palace. Dizengoff Square. His art shifted depending on where you stood — because rooted in Jewish law's prohibition on graven images, he built art that was never static, always becoming. "There are two distinct languages. There is the verbal, which separates people — and there is the visual that is understood by everybody." — Yaacov Agam Alan Greenspan (1926–2026). Jazz clarinettist turned Federal Reserve Chairman. The Maestro. Nineteen years steering the world's greatest economy under four presidents. And when he got it wrong — he said so. Publicly. Before Congress. That takes character. This week's parsha is Chukkat-Balak. Chukkat confronts us with loss — Miriam, Aharon, and the passing of a whole generation. And it gives us the Parah Adumah — the Red Heifer, the ultimate law beyond explanation — to remind us that legacy is not always explicable. Impact is not always measurable. Balak gives us Bilam, sent to curse, who could only bless: מַה טֹּבוּ אֹהָלֶיךָ יַעֲקֹב. Beauty seen from an unexpected vantage point. Agam spent his life proving exactly that. Three giants. Three languages — music, art, economics. #cfo2grow #morethanacfo