We tend to project our own insights and motivations into the behavior of others. For example, a politician I know often accuses others of doing things simply for political gain, as opposed to honestly "for the good of others." There is, often, no basis for such opinion, and when the accusation is spoken it usually... Continue Reading →

O Jerusalem

President Trump has recently acknowledged Jerusalem to be the capital of Israel, and promised to move the U.S. Embassy from Tel Aviv to Jerusalem. That upset a lot of Palestinians, and others. O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you who kill the prophets and stone those sent to you, how often I have longed to gather your children... Continue Reading →

התקדמותו של צליין or reflections on a pilgrimage 4

Tsoro in Hausa. خوف in Arabic. Peur in French. φόβος in Greek. Miedo in Spanish. डर in Hindi. Takut in Indonesian. 恐れ in Japanese. Timor in Latin.  פַּחַד in Hebrew. ကြောက်ရွံ့သောစိတ် in Burmese. Every language knows Fear. Why? Because every culture knows fear. Every person knows fear. Fear of hunger; fear of abandonment; fear of monsters - real or imaginary... Continue Reading →

Pilgrimage IX

Music changes perception. I listen to a lot of music, and lots of types of music, and when I studied in London I would walk through the streets on my way to this class or that tour, with earbuds on. Sometimes. Sometimes I did not, just to hear the music of the voices and cars... Continue Reading →

Pilgrimage VIII

As Mr. Twain pointed out in "Innocents," every rock, thorn, bush, brick and fragment of masonry in Jerusalem has a story behind it. Often, it doesn't have just a story even - it also has a church, mosque, basilica or shrine built over it. The tree from which the wood allegedly came to build the... Continue Reading →

Pilgrimage VII

Alternative Title: No Room inn the Cab. We started our day by walking through the Moslem cemetery on one side of the city wall to enter the Lions Gate to find the Pool of Bethesda, which is close to the Sheep Gate. The Lions Gate is also known as St. Stephen's Gate, as they say... Continue Reading →

Pilgrimage VI

Yes, that's a real camel, and yes I'm riding it with no one leading it, on the Mount of Olives, and yes that is really Jerusalem in the back ground. But no, I didn't travel by camel - I took the middle eastern equivalent to a pony ride at the circus. Last night was more... Continue Reading →

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