We Suffer From An Incurable Malady: Hope.

If The Olive Trees Knew The Hands That Planted Them, Their Oil Would Become Tears.

And I Tell Myself, A Moon Will Rise From My Darkness.

The Metaphor For Palestine Is Stronger Than The Palestine Of Reality.

Without Hope We Are Lost.

I Am Not A Lover Of Israel, Of Course. I Have No Reason To Be. But I Don't Hate Jews.