Reflections

I apologize to my friend, who always insists on running marathons although he is now in his mid-40s, and I acknowledge his extraordinary ability to endure long runs alone for hours until reaching the end of the race.     My friend tried several times to get me involved in the game of long distances, but every time I tried to take this experience, I had that feeling of nostalgia to the game that... [read more]

We are all told that realism means life as it is while idealism is life as it should be.  In my opinion, however, the mere thinking of a certain ideal is one realistic approach to life.   I have never made a distinction between realism and idealism, believing that life is about the ideas we have in our mind and about having the power to turn these into something we can see and appreciate.       The... [read more]

Some essential questions about life: Is the drive for life a rational or natural drive? Is the rationalization of the drive for life the beginning of the road toward losing this drive, or should one succumb to that unknown force within himself called the drive for life?    I have started to believe that there is within oneself a drive for life that is as mysterious as life is, and that one should... [read more]

In the past, I used to write poems, chiefly inspired by ecstatic moments.  Life produced that kind of ecstasy, whether through happy or sad moments, and I utilized whatever intense feeling I had to put that into writing.  I have always depended on the intensity of a given moment to produce a piece of writing, deactivating, so to speak, that faculty of the brain which uses logic to understand life.  ... [read more]

He lived and still lives there.  In a cave, or say caves.  Skipping from one to another in a brisk movement.  Restless, vigorous, downcast, buoyant,…  So what happened there and what did he bring out to the outside?  He brought himself.     It all began in a small town, looking upward when all looked straight ahead.  Hearing the houses as they sighed when none could even hear the tapping of their... [read more]

A soloist musician or actor makes an extraordinary effort to induce into the audience the feeling that the one playing music or performing a play is an ensemble of performers, each imparting a different tone ultimately merging into a harmony of ideas.   This is the case of those producing the act, but how is the case with the one receiving what is being performed on stage?  And how can one individual... [read more]