
It’s funny. I don’t mean haha funny, but life is funny. How it changes.
I went to Jerusalem to meet friends after the conference in Petach Tikva and I went to the Old City where I used to work and where I used to go to the Wall.
On the way I met Hillel, whom I didn’t know – and who was playing and I liked his playing. He saw me and asked whether there was anyone I wanted to hear and I said Paco de Lucia.
And he played Entre dos Aguas – and I said I had seen Paco de Lucia play and Hillel had too – and we both said how extraordinary and etc he was – lost for any words to really describe his playing.
Hillel himself was kind of extraordinary – precise and emotional.
And then at the Wall the scraps of paper were clean and fresh, the white plastic chairs were there and the sun was out.
And now just a few days later the storm that was brewing burst out while everyone thought it was still the time of negotiations.
There’s a section in the daily Jewish prayer asking that intransigent enemies be cut down speedily.
The sages caution against revenge and they understand and acknowledge that in the end it is a force greater than the human desire that will decide events, with our input being a desire for peace and of coming together.
Anything else only hinders the proper passage of events.

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