Sktrbrain ... Wish I knew how to respond to the sentiments you present ....
The following came to mind ....
Einstein received a letter from a young Palestinian man (I think it's in a collection called Ideas and Opinions [of Einstein]) ... maybe 1947 ... Einstein had much earlier asked Freud for the League of Nations if there was any hope of putting an end to war (published under Varum Krieg? [Why War]). Einstein's answer to the young man was more elegant I think than Freud's, who left it as a need for increasing the recognition of similarities and love to the mix ... more tatological than pragmatic.
Einstein, on the other hand, talked of choosing a group of maybe 10 people ... 5 from each side ... and an agreement to abide by their mediated ruling. I think it was something like a Doctor from each side, a politician from each side and a Mother from each side and some that I forgot.
I am struck, though, that in my own field of working with people who come with personal angst, inevitably I find that these experts, my colleagues, cannot make peace and get lost legislating against each other. At one point, I was paying dues to three organizations that were seeking each other's destruction.
What madness. The people in Judges 12 or 13 send the son of hooker-woman off to fight for them ... Yiftach [the opener] (Jepthah, in transliterated butchered form). He comes to a tragic end. My kids were in the generation between Viet Nam and the Desert Wars ... I'm guiltily pleased for that.
I am a member of an online listserv for such healers. Yesterday, I was filled with hope as the group not only showed concern for each other but shared their gratitudes ... for each other ./.. for the world we get to visit for some number of years .... I did feel ... and continue to feel ... hopeful. Maybe Freud was right in his view that only Love and the Recognition of Similarities will ever act as as buffer against gratuitous enmities and wars. During the day, I had managed to go into a nasty cardiac arrhythmia and found that my Falling Leaves weigh more than my back's listed Load Capacity. So many colleagues held out a helping hand ... ideas for taking care of my heart ... and then began talking of gratitude. One sent a hyperlink to a You Tube ... another a choral rendition of Christmas musiocs by Britten.
Life has its good stuff!
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