Technology, like art, is a soaring exercise of the human imagination.
Europe, in legend, has always been the home of subtle philosophical discussion; America was the land of grubby pragmatism.
But in action, one defies one's character.
A radical is a prodigal son. For him, the world is a strange place whose contours have to be explored according to one's destiny. He may eventually return to the house of his elders, but the return is by choice, and not, as of those who stayed behind, of unblinking filial obedience.
When theology erodes and organization crumbles, when the institutional framework of religion begins to break up, the search for a direct experience which people can feel to be religious facilitates the rise of cults.
Shlomo told us he'd been to New Zealand recently. He told us we must have a window-seat when we land in Wellington because it's the most beautiful landing anywhere in the world.
I prefer to do repertoire that's new for everyone.
The intellectual takes as a starting point his self and relates the world to his own sensibilities; the scientist accepts an existing field of knowledge and seeks to map out the unexplored terrain.
I am too weary to listen, too angry to hear.
The position of the Jews through the centuries, a stranger in every land, no voice, no ban their own, deepens this traumatic condition. For not only have they no home as their own as a people, but within each alien culture the strange gods tear away the sons and there is no home in the family.