It’s sad. What’s going on in the Middle East. That little boy with a red shirt and brown shorts whose limp body is being pulled from the rubble is someone’s son. That aged woman with the scarf around her head now serving as her shroud, somebody’s grandmother. He‘s the next great concert pianist who we will never know. Lost with her is the wisdom of a neighborhood. I’d like to lash out and blame religion which has caused a great many wars in the history of the world. But then I’d just fall into the negative cycle of war myself. Is it possible to be empathetic and also clear and rational and still believe in a peaceful future for the “Holy” Land?