Et cetera

When I look out at the Jerusalem mountains with giant cumulus clouds hanging low and moving fast and at all of the blue my eye can contain, I think that I hadn't quite appreciated how much power we have. My eye-- an inconceivably small piece of this huge landscape-- can consume it all. It sees one finite dome, as if it is the only one. But then I know that it isn't, not even close. There are six point seven six billion of these worlds-- whatever that number means, and an "infinite" number of them in the universe-- whatever that is. So what is my vision now? And how powerful is my mind that I can conceive in any way of these infinities, and how weak that is can't. And that other other minds could create technologies to venture out and watch for them. Do these sizes matter? Do these powers matter? Do they only matter as much as I let them and have reason to?

So, what I am doing, what are my adventures? How did I end up with a yarmulke on my head? To be seen differently in the eyes of other worlds? Or to remind myself that I am dust and ashes-- if that-- in the face of the Master of all worlds.

Wow.

Dear World,

How to express how much has happened since my last post? I don't think I have the energy or time to list my adventures from the Netherlands, to Los Angeles, and back to Santa Cruz, but suffice to say, a lot as happened. Momentous. Now, that's just for one J. But trust me, the other J has been up to quite a bit as well.

So, here's the point: We're back. Maybe. We'd like to be. Jamie's in Israel, and it would be nice to keep track of his adventures there. I'm in Santa Cruz, doing the same old music-math combo. The interesting things in my life happened over the last two years; my life right now is juicy but inward, and doesn't make for a good story. I'll get to my past eventually, but for right now, it would be nice to hear some of Jamie's present.

+j