The letters of our thoughts are the ideas present in our mind before they come to realization . . . Thoughts that are, yet not felt . . . The words of the subconscious . . . of the soul . . .


Thursday, March 02, 2006


On Beauty

Venice from a Gondola

I see it in my dreams . . .
Every city has its own energy -the one of Venice is truly unique.

On Murder

On the Murder of Efriam Klein HY"D . . .
Last night we finally found a way to listen to sound clips etc. here in Poland -on Benyomin (the Polish Mashgiach's) old lap-top -a prediluvian computer that proudly sports a full gig of memory and 32 Meg of RAM (Oh yah!)
After listening to the community meeting I was left frustrated by the blatant agenda pushing touted by the community leaders . . . what we are dealing with is a tragedy of immense proportion, not a pundit for Gun Control . . . However important an issue it may be.

On Poverty

On the tram today a poor women came on with a young child -perhaps seven or so years old. The two of them held hands and began to solicit charity in a monotonous chant (something that sounded akin to the recitation of Mishnios ba'al Peh
) Mingling their way amongst posh Poles dressed in fur . . .
It dawned on me that, with their dark skin, they might be Gypsies . . .
Had I ever seen a Gypsy before?
Are they still to be called Gypsies?
They finished their solemn march, and exited the tram before it left the station.


Sefirah said...

matisyahu is gonna be at coachella