Woe!

We can never know what to want, because, living only one life, we can neither compare it with our previous lives nor perfect it in our lives to come. There is no basis for comparison. We live everything as it comes, without warning, like an actor going on cold. And what can life be worth if the first rehearsal for life is life itself?

— The Unbearable Lightness Of Being

Woe!

Woe to the disillusioned Zionists

Woe to the sex addicted guilt ridden religious

Woe to the desperate Zombies of Katamon

Woe to the heroes of Katamon

Woe to the over-egoed un-passionate men

Woe to the enlightened stuck among the ignorant

Woe to the lonely!

Woe to all your souls;

confused, guilty, heavy with thought

wondering the streets of Jerusalem. Looking.

For the warmth of life: may you find the meaning to your lives.

Woe! Woe! Woe!

Woe to us all.

And woe to me.

Let me fly

Let me fly

Let me fly.

Amen.