I want to know how God created this world. I am not interested in this or that phenomenon, in the spectrum of this or that element. I want to know His thoughts; the rest are details.
Science without religion is lame. Religion without science is blind.
My religion consists of a humble admiration of the illimitable superior spirit who reveals himself in the slight details we are able to perceive with our frail and feeble mind.
The path runs straight between the flowering rows,
A moonlit path, hemmed in by beds of bloom,
Where phlox and marigolds dispute for room
With tall, red dahlias and the briar rose.
‘T is reckless prodigality which throws
Into the night these wafts of rich perfume
Which sweep across the garden like a plume.
Over the trees a single bright star glows.
Dear garden of my childhood, here my years
Have run away like little grains of sand;
The moments of my life, its hopes and fears
Have all found utterance here, where now I stand;
My eyes ache with the weight of unshed tears,
You are my home, do you not understand?
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The past few days have been productive, as far as reading goes. I have finished reading Salman Rushdie’s auto-biography, Joseph Anton. I will be writing a review soon. I also finished reading The Promised Land, by Mary Antin.
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November 25, 2012 – 11 Kislev, 5773
I took a walk recently on the various paths that surround a local lake and took some photos. Four of the results are below. I wanted to get some captures that didn’t include the lake, for a change.
On a serious note, I discovered the poem below, on the Velveteen Rabbi’s blog. It was written by Syrian poet Ali Ahmed Said. I find it to be emotionally evoking, lovely and inspiring.
A Prayer for Syria
Shekhinah, in Whose womb creation is nurtured:
when your children are slaughtered you weep.
Bring peace beneath Your fierce embrace
to Syria. Let a new image of the world be born
in which American Jews pray for Syrians, who pray
for Israelis, who pray for Palestinians, who pray
even for American Jews. Fill the hearts
of the insurgents with Your compassion
so that when the regime comes to its end
no one seeks the harsh justice of retaliation.
And for us: strengthen our resolve not to turn away.
We bless You, Source of Mercy. Bring wholeness
August 5, 2012 – 17 Av, 5772
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I enjoyed the way the orange fencing curved with the path, almost creating a creative and artistic visual before me as I walked along this park pathway.
Our World Tuesday
February 21, 2012 – 28 Sh’vat, 5772
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This is my submission for Straight out of the Camera Sunday.
The individuals are walking towards the entrance to the Santa Monica Pier and to the beach.
I am sorry for the update. I noticed, in one of my comments, that there is a new photo challenge entitled Simply Silver Sunday. I decided to submit a photograph to it, and include the photograph in today’s post. It is a photo I have never posted online, which is one of the rules of submission.
January 1, 2012 – 6 Tevet, 5772