2023 פברואר 132 שימור מבנים אדריכלות ישראלית 89 | | | we haven't achieved light from the void editorial Early February 2023… the country is agitated and turbulent in every possible dimension. Outside, they say the end of the world is just around the corner, and here, amongst us, madness comes and goes. I recall Bialik's poem, "I have not achieved light from the void" and decide that this time I will not write about overlychewed politics, rather, recruit the little I can to calm the hearts before darkness reigns over the abyss again, and God's spirit returns to hover over the water. I rummaged through my tired head full of uncertainty, trying to understand what Klepter meant when he wrote the song “Tuned Tone”, and I remembered the 'King of Flesh and Blood' – the magical novel - the best ever written in Hebrew, by Moshe Shamir, about the fascinating life of Alexander Yanai, a charismatic, romantic and charming leader who ended his career in a civil war that led to the destruction of the Temple; a bloody civil war of fire and smoke between the "Sadducees", who represented the religious aristocracy, the "Pharisees”, who were fed up with the terrible deeds of The Hacohen Hagadol (Temple High Priest), witnessed by the "Essenes", who, despite their relatively large numbers, didn’t receive the minimum required votes. This story, like all those of revolutions, focuses on the relationship between an all-powerful ruler who abolishes the delicately balanced legal system (in this case, ironically, that of the religious elite) - a leader loved and admired by half the people, and less loved… much less, much, much less loved, by the other half. The beauty of poems and stories lies in the fact that anyone can adopt them as his own experience, and if I had been given the chance to whisper in Yanai’s ear (when his wife, Shlomzion, the Queen, wasn’t listening), I would have said, “Dear beloved... have you ever stopped to think of the cost? To you...to us? Indeed, all is foreknown but forgotten by the heart, that to love you is to pay in pain!” Remember, there will come a day when crops will sprout in the land, and there is no need to remind you, especially you, that in the American Civil War the cost was 620,000 soldiers and a similar number of civilians dead; that in the Spanish Civil War of 1936 over half a million civilians were killed; and here in Syria, just around the bend, more than half a million civilians and a hundred thousand soldiers were killed. Isn't it a shame to blow the opportunity we got after two thousand years of exile? So lift yourself up (or down, whichever you choose), take a deep breath, and rid yourself of Levin's legal phobia; he won't remember you until the next political term. Tell anyone who dreams of sharing a cell with you to forget about it, it won't happen, and don't worry about the Ariye, who hasn't stopped roaring since he printed himself a (real) gold business card (from the public purse) when he was appointed Director General of the Ministry of the Interior at only 27 (I have a specimen) I if you would ask most of the people - right-winger or left, religious, secular, Arab or Jew, they would tell you that we haven't yet founded a Tribe, we haven't yet loved, nor have we yet built the home of our dreams. It's not for me to preach morality, but allow me to remind the Righteous and the Declarers that the only place in the world where we can (still) live as a free people in our own country is here, together, under the Mediterranean sky, and as the cliché goes, We have no other land! Architect Dr. Ami Ran https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=moqz6dcp2l0 דב העורך
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