The beauty of the upper Galilee lays warm upon my heart.  The memories of it are a soft and gentle comforter to me in the nights when I'm alone.  For each of us, there is no true beginning, present, or future.  There is only history ... and into its eternal presence we press forth naively, unknowingly, supposing some uniqueness to our life.  There is only history, the beauty of eternal rhythm, and the moment of our participation.