Written May 7th 2011 Outside Somewhere in the Extreme North of Israel.

Today we walked around Tzvat, one of the four Holy cities in Israel out of Jerusalem, Tzvat, Tiberias and Hebron in the West Bank. Following the curvy and narrow beige streets under the sharp blue sky, I could help but imagine what this place must have been like hundreds or thousands or years ago. Same architecture, same cobble stone streets but very different people.

Small children ran after each other in the streets yelling youthful Hebrew through laughter. These children were Orthodox Jews, committed before their birth to carry on this ultra-conservative tradition. I thought to myself: Would they have chosen this life for themselves? In a certain way, ignorance bliss? Not knowing the possibility of any other life would leave one happy in whatever life one is tied to.


We stopped at one point to see some street music performers. I'll never forget the Israeli Bell Drum that one man played. It looked like a turtle with both a dorsal and an anterior shell without a head or any appendages. Hitting the outer edges produced a high bell sound and hitting the interior produced a low deep "boom". It was really interesting and hypnotic.


Next we went to a Kabbala painter's gallery and watched in awe how he explained the interconnectedness of the world and of man in this world through psychedelic charged visual art. It was cool to say the least and this man was extraordinary.


Now I am going to sleep out here in the grass beneath the observant stars. Goodnight.

Independence Day: May 10, 2011.

Today is Independence Day in Israel, the day Israel prevailed over all the resistance of its establishment. I hear music blaring from the park. I hear people singing to the music.

In fives days, it will be Nakba Day, the day marking the subjugation of the Palestinian people and their flight from lands placed under Israeli rule and independence.

Today the West Bank could either be silent or tumultuous. The air is probably thick with an unquellable bitterness masked in voiceless humility.

On this same day, one group rejoices and the other laments.

Everyone's Right (or Wrong)

Why does it have to be about Christ or Moses or Muhammad and Heaven and Hell?


This earth has been floating in space for a barely definable amount of time.



Think of all the religions that have come and gone.



Why were the Arawak Indians heathens?




Who really knows anything?