Israel floundering in a sea of blood and fire. The dead and the despairing. No end in sight. Filled with hate and bloody haze. Tangled emotions, the fatal hour inexorably creeps closer. The gates of paradise are shut. How I listen with ironic detachment to the platitudes of the Arabs and Israelis. The new millennium sullied by the ever- increasing bloody lake – I know that the Israelis will go their own way – they will go beyond recall. Yet another part in the ever-shifting dreams of mankind’s agony that has become woven into a preordained trend of events.

Rivers of blood, black and turgid sliding by in time wherein beneath lies the world’s injustice and cruelty of men. Wandering in the colossal edifice of time, within dark corridors what do I see other than it is all founded upon the fallacy of men. Man could never be just. Whatever happens, we will witness again man’s superb and pathetic aberrations, the good and bad that rests within us all. Strange the dreams I have been having. The pictures I have been seeing. In the dead of night I asked a question and the magpie corralled an answer that leaves me disquieted. All that is seen, all that is known is nothing in the eons of time. A time when this earth will become less populated, a time when man will walk alone – the houses bare of people, the cities empty and degenerating. Those that remain unobscured by the thickening golden mist through a leap into space and time. So close, yet so far. The star wars technology – what fools men be – war in all its naked horror – the crime of man against man. Nothing left but the few to grow and spread.

How can one not believe in God. He is there. He exists and can be seen and known within us all. I do not understand Him. I weep with him. He hears my voice as I hear his but where will it lead? The dreams. My words are not enough to lead me through my despair to the spring of hope as has been foretold. My sons, my sons I cry for you as I cry for your sons and for my Grandson’s son. Listen to me, nothing but ourselves can hold back the tide of horror – everything lies within ourselves – our choice – which road to take … the forks have appeared – the signs have appeared – we live them today and we move forever closer towards death, destruction and conflict – the bloody road where only a few will survive – the other road remains hazy, a white mist encroaches hiding the eternal spring of hope …