There was a time that I felt sympathy towards Palistine and their cause, really. Not now! Can't people tell the difference in reality? I am thinking that one day people are going to wake up in the morning and feel very duped.

Who are the Jews? I am. 5000 years and counting battered and bruised yet still fighting. Most of all the fight was never about Israel, no, it has been about everyone. What life there is here to protect as if an infant, there is hope, so there is fight.

So what have I learned about war? It can be brutal. Someone declares, the other must accept. The reality is ugly, but the fight, its with the soldier who may die. He is the most precious of all humans. I suppose these people need more of a voice.

As we know, we can't get through life alone, we should know. The chance is that most people are alive because of someone else who actually cared.

My philosophy is based on the number 4 and 2. It starts though with one. This is being a time of struggle, difficulty and uncertainty. Here poverty is not only real, but also existential. Therefore in such a state fear is not far off.

What if something was very different than what you were really imagining it to be?

There was so much love that the lights went out. Baffled in the nonsense the objectives blurred and if thousands of newspapers fell on his head.

I will get old and some things will get old in the process. Great fungus and horrible odors.

You can start something new.

As this war continues I need to know that this isn't mutual destruction. I find such an idea too much for me.

You are my best fan ever!