I'm Not Afraid," Rafi Said. "why Not?"

World War Ii Is The War That Made Our World. There's No Question About That. The History Of All The Years In Which I Will Spend My Life, Every Single One, That Is The Seminal Event Of The History That We Will Experience.

He Could Say Nothing. He Had No Right To Be There, He Had Already Been Profoundly Changed, He Was No Good At Small Talk, She Was Half Naked, It Was Dawn And He Loved Her.

A Tranquil City Of Good Laws, Fine Architecture, And Clean Streets Is Like A Classroom Of Obedient Dullards, Or A Field Of Gelded Bulls - Whereas A City Of Anarchy Is A City Of Promise.

The Human Race Is Intoxicated With Narrow Victories, For Life Is A String Of Them Like Pearls That Hit The Floor When The Rope Breaks, And Roll Away In Perfection And Anarchy.

Perhaps Passing Through The Gates Of Death Is Like Passing Quietly Through The Gate In A Pasture Fence. On The Other Side, You Keep Walking, Without The Need To Look Back. No Shock, No Drama, Just The Lifting Of A Plank Or Two In A Simple Wooden Gate In A Clearing. Neither Pain, Nor Floods Of Light, Nor Great Voices, But Just The Silent Crossing Of A Meadow.