That is what we need today. We need a teacher who will insist on the precise use of language and the truth of language. Only then, when we understand exactly where we are, how we got here, and more important, most important, how the hell we get here, can we get out of this mess. It seems impossible at this point in time. We are so deep in the quicksand of hate, of death and blood and violence that we cannot move any longer. Our feet are wrapped in blood-soaked sand acting as permanent concrete. Our arms are reaching out, seeking help, seeking some way out. But there is none. None. They have all withered from disregard and neglect.
Nevertheless, we must continue to reach and seek, hoping, praying, that we have not blown our last chances for peace, a fair one. No more new war plans being formulated in one room, even as a peace treaty is being signed in the other. The world in abstract and the world in reality, in the hearts and minds, in the very breaths of every individual making up that world all cry out for a true cessation of enmity and slaughter.
There must be, has to be, some way of reaching a fair and workable treaty. The world in abstract and the world of reality, must, of necessity, be meshed, all sides giving a bit, surrendering some demands, reconfiguring livable, doable solutions. If not, no one will have anything. The madness will continue unabated, the blood will soak the lands of the world, and all will lose all. Everything.
It is a most difficult thing to give up on a dream and to compromise and reshape its reality. Nevertheless, dreams can be reconfigured and can come true even if not exactly the one we had dreamed. Is it not better to have most of what we want, of what we need, rather than have nothing of anything? This path to a reality, if not ideal but livable, is a bitter reconciliation, even a resignation to reality. Difficult indeed. Heartbreaking beyond description. Perhaps even impossible to achieve, a dream of peace, finally. Yet we must, for there is no alternative other than death and more blood and more death and more blood and no hope at all.
For Jews that would be a very bitter pill to swallow. There would be no disguising the pain it would cause, no matter how it would be presented. However, the modern fighters for a homeland were willing to compromise greatly for the sake of a homeland. We, today, can do better in the size and future if, if, we all understand the bitter necessity of compromise, painful as it would be.
A great deal of persuasion and explanation and reality would need to be poured into the debates of the matter, some details can be tweaked, but what other choice do we have. Does a massacre solve the situation better? Why can we not take and make use of the growing resentment of the civilian population caught in a crossfire. Not of their making, but rather of their supposed false leaders who have reneged on every promise other than to create more and more pools of blood. Civilian populations are caught in deadly crossfires and the result is more death, more hopelessness, and more hostages to a bitter fortune.
Fanatics on all sides would need to be contained. The results of a firm peace, a solution as equitable as possible, would hopefully draw initial opponents into agreement and appreciation of a peace for all sides, enabling them to expend energies on positivity - to growth, to betterment for all, for a world with a future. Fanatics on all sides would need to be contained and reality allowed to change their minds as the benefits of peace become ever more apparent. Imagine the air of the Middle East cleansed of the stink of weapons and hatred. A breath of refreshing air for the entire world.
It would not be easy. It would cut deeply into both sides. Painful compromise and disappointments, but it is so much better to have most of that dream intact than none of it at all. Yes, it would be unfair, but history has taught us that our homeland for which we have been fighting for millennia is attainable only, only if we heed the necessity of compromise and understanding, of a truth that one day all our dreams and hopes will come to a truthful fruition and there will in deed, in fact, be a complete return to a complete Nation of Israel in its entire Homeland.
It would be unfair. So much blood has been shed. So much loss has been incurred. So much hope expended. And yet I now feel compromise is the only way in which we can possibly build any kind of livable reality, allowing for two states to exist side by side. If not in friendship, then in neutrality, a cold reality and knowledge of what had been before and what could come again. In this instance, a cold reality is better than the warmth of bloodshed upon the Earth.
How do we do this? Bigger, better, brighter heads are necessary in order to formulate such a peace. Deep must be the understanding, the desire and need for a treaty, a recognition of what must be. Painful for both sides, that compromise must be made. Neither side can continue this bloodletting. Neither side can continue to churn up hate leading only to more disappointment and horror, to anguish, a loss so deep it can never be spanned. Disappointment. Horror. Anguish. Our children taken from us, wounds we inflict upon each other, the lifeblood pouring forth, soaking the land, with only grief and darkness resulting.
Someone somewhere must have the solution. Some brain holds the key. Some lungs hold the breath of sanity. Will we find them? Do we even want to find them? Do we understand the necessity of finding them? Do we, can we, understand the bitterness of what we will need to swallow. I don't know. But we cannot continue to lose the numbers of losses which amount to ever more grief and waste, a waste of the best and brightest among us. How many more tears to soak the land? How many more to die? How much more grief to be inflicted upon families? The price for peace will be bitter, but perhaps it is the will of G-d and we are again too stubborn to comprehend that fact. A hard slog. Opponents will be many. But it is the only way to continued reality and existence in any kind of a livable positive future. It breaks my heart but how many more young lives are to be lost? There must be sane minds on the other side as they grow in opposition to the destruction wreaked by Hamas. Perhaps now is the time. Perhaps. Maybe. Maybe.---------------------------------------------------------------- Yitzy. Many people will be unhappy with what I've written today. I am not happy with what I have written today. I so fiercely desire an entire homeland but we will appreciate andaa value what we have earned and its cost in blood and faith. But perhaps this is what God wishes. Perhaps he wants us to understand that things cost and that we had better understand that principle if we desire to move forward.
Sweet boy, I wish I knew the answers.The only answer I do not know for sure is that we love you and miss you.
Always. and forever. Always and forever.
