If only those, including and perhaps especially those onlookers living elsewhere in the larger diaspora, not the Israeli diapora, who are sure they are right about “situation” (I include myself) could stop and say “I really don’t know what should be done” and take a deep breath to let that sink in- perhaps then. The image of the asthmatic…

I am not living in Israel. And I could not. Who want’s to join this communal despondency- that which does not seem to get better after each ( false? sincere?) attempt at peace. Keret seems sad and I don’t have to wonder why. The Israeli side wants to celebrate and the celebration is marred because the other is mourning. It’s not just at this time.

Something magical is needed to snap both sides out of this pit of spiritual blackness.

The image of the loveless couple attached at the lips could not be more perfect.

Some notes I took away:

“the quicksand of hope”

“not allowed to be confused”

“postponing deeper questions”

“going along”

“confusion and ambiguity”

“repeating things that once had meaning”

‘the Jewish diaspora of Israel”

(need of a) “dissenting Socratic voice”

“the story of people who don’t belong”