"Our job is not to make up anyone's mind, but to open minds—to make the agony of decision-making so intense that you can escape only by thinking."
—Fred Friendly
Monday, February 18, 2008
A short poem: Sderot
alone, surrounded, by six million ears at home, but hounded, by everyone's fears, a tone is sounded, but nobody hears, the ground is pounded, and washed clean with tears.
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