Unsculpted drafts 
                    [In order to come to grips with my TOO MUCH, 
                    too much I experience, too much I want to sculp t= re-create 
                    on K.is.s.-Log, too much I want to complete on previous pages,
                    I've decided to take the bull of shame by the horns and insert 
                    a frame for "texts in grey" , 
                    which are utterly raw, even in grammar, the use of words and 
                    spelling.
                    My non-English readers - if there should exist readers at 
                    all - may forget, that English is not my mother-tongue ....
                    
                  About a story from an 
                    old tape ("Welt des Klangs", World of Sound):
                    It rains and after 7 years of meditation the student comes 
                    to the master to hear his wisdom about all he has gone through.
                    The master asks: "where did you put your umbrella, to 
                    the left of your shoes or to the right?" The student 
                    doesn't remember.
                    "Then go back and meditate another 7 years!" "Because 
                    of such a slight mistake?"Aren't there things more important 
                    than an umbrella? 
                    "Not to know, where your put your umbrella, is not a 
                    slight mistake!"
                   
                  About "scobel" 
                    - Komplexe Welt - A Complex World,
                    : I should dedicate the entire day to studying that program 
                    and all that can be found about it on the Internet.
                    I want to link at least to the 
                    video
                    
                    
                  
                    About watching"be-tipul" - an episode with "Talia" 
                    and one with the couple-in-separation and their child. - I 
                    was again frustrated with the lack of intervention on part 
                    of the therapist, but even more with the very conflicts - 
                    of course, they reflect what many people live and for them 
                    it's probably very good to observe themselves through this 
                    program. But for me it's too much "the old world",
                    crude hatred, crude jealousy, crude "Cain". It doesn't 
                    help me in my "fine-tuning".
                    I'll check the other 3 encounters, and see, if they are more 
                    "in tune with what I need for myself". 
                    
                   
                  About my letters to Yael, 
                    my granddaughter, to Deqel, her tutor, to Martin, my brother-in-law 
                    in Germany, to Lior Oren, my starchild, to Ra'ayah, my daughter-in-love, 
                    to Immanuel, my son, 
                  
                    
                    About the program "Konfu" 
                    and my harsh judgments 
                     
                   
                  About the program "Polygraph" 
                    and Shelley Yate's sentence, quoted on Kisslog July 18::
                    "Second, do all that you do with 
                    the utmost honesty and integrity. 
                    It will facilitate deeper more meaningful relationships 
                    with more open communication."
                    
                    [This rule is not only banale, it is only partly true:
                    utmost honesty and integrity are formidable triggers for people
                    and not at all facilitating more open communication.]
                     
                    A sentence in the program "Complexity" points out, 
                    what "Spirit" calls "Beware of Reversal":
                    We invented the DDT, believing, that now our seeds would grow 
                    undisturbedly,
                    and had to find out how much we poisoned the world and ourselves.
                   
                  13:34 Before I run to 
                    the noon -pool
                    At 13:08 I remembered, that I wanted to watch a program about 
                    a woman rabbi (13:00-13:35), but the TV opened on Channel 
                    2, the Friday program of Rafiq Halabi about the Israeli Arabs 
                    (I should watch this regularly), about a Bedouin family not 
                    far from Arad.
                    I didn't know what was more important, but when I switched 
                    to 3 SAT, I was fascinated by those women rabbies... One told 
                    - when referring to the burden of responsibility as a rabbi 
                    - that she likes the Talmudic pun about what a leader should 
                    be:
                    a "m - l - kh" or a "l - m - kh"? a king 
                    or a a clown. When the "m" is the first letter, 
                    it points to the 'moakh' - the brain - before the 'lev', the 
                    heart, and sometimes this is necessary, but on other occasions 
                    the "l" should be the first letter, i.e. the "lev" 
                    should guide the brain! 
                    There was also a Bar-Mitzva pupil of a woman rabbi, who, after 
                    having read his parashah, gave his drashah, in which he said, 
                    that he didn't believe in God because of all the evil things 
                    on earth: "even a little task like making peace he can't 
                    perform". I loved this boy, and I loved that rabbi who 
                    had no problem with such defiance in her synagogue.
                   
                  I completed the pages 
                    July 19, 20, 21 and - almost - 22, so many feelings! So much 
                    still missing. 
                  20:00 A fantastic doc 
                    about people who make films about nature, for instance butterflies 
                    and birds.
                    It was fantastic not only because of the magnificent images,
                    but also because of the creators, especially a woman Gisela 
                    Sixt and a man Ulrich Lieber,
                    who were epitomes of people who experience everything that 
                    will define people in "heaven-on-earth"
                    - excitement and full-fill-ment , joy and love and grate-full-ness.
                    Moreover these people live and work in the area, where I grew 
                    up, and speak actually Schwaebisch- the Suebean dialect. 
                    "mei mudder hot gsaid: bish halt a neigierigs ma'le" 
                    - my mother said: well. you are a curious little man by nature.
                    
                    Drei Menschen eint der Blick durch 
                    eine Kamera. Und ihre Liebe zur Natur. Der eine ist Profi, 
                    die beiden anderen sind Amateure. Sie haben ihren jeweiligen 
                    Blick auf die Natur, auf die kleinen Wunder, die aber - wie 
                    überall im Land - Teil eines größeren Wandels 
                    sind. Professor Ernst Waldemar Bauer ist bekannt als Fernsehmoderator 
                    der Reihe "Wunder der Erde". Er sucht die Schätze 
                    seiner schwäbischen Heimat, das Gold von der Alb. Ursula 
                    Sixt aus Berglen ist die "Mutter der Schmetterlinge": 
                    Sie dokumentiert das Wunder der Verwandlung, vom Ei bis zum 
                    schillernden Falter in faszinierenden Großaufnahmen. 
                    Ulrich Lieber aus Giengen an der Brenz ist der neugierige 
                    Entdecker: Von Kindesbeinen an ist er bei Pflanze oder Tier 
                    immer wieder fasziniert vom Wunder der Schöpfung. Die 
                    drei Filmer erzählen von ihren Erlebnissen und Geschichten. 
                  
                   
                  I keep thinking of those 
                    two clips - on two different days - about two Israeli competitors 
                    at the Olympic Games in Beijing,
                    a swimmer (27) and a - now I can't remember the term in any 
                    language - a surfboat with a sail on the sea (19). The woman 
                    said swimming was the most boring sports and she couldn't 
                    wait for the Games to be over and no longer having to be in 
                    the pool at 6 in the morning and do what she hates: train! 
                    .The boy on the sail-surfboard said the opposite, that he 
                    enjoys every day anew. I understand both, since I also tried 
                    my hands and feet on a sail-surfboard , when Micha had one 
                    25 years ago in the Tel-Aviv Marina. But as to swimming, I 
                    don't compete, I don't even swim in one line, I swing around 
                    like a dolphin, and I sing. Twice 25 minutes a day - swimming 
                    and singing - and twice walking, climbing to and fro - altogether 
                    40 minutes per day - isn't this wonderful? 
                    
                    
                    The Premiere of "Parsifal" at Bayreuth... and all 
                    the feelings and thoughts connected to the original Parzifal...
                    
                  What a feast: I dared 
                    to eat a piece of bread again! Toasted in my little toaster-oven 
                    with a piece of yellow cheese, simply gorgeous!
                    I got many packages , each with one piece of cheese, from 
                    my landlords today - they had received it from their friend 
                    who works on Massada!
                    And since then a doc started about the 
                    queen of bees, I allowed myself more of the honey, from which 
                    I had eaten already in the morning. It's a piece of a honeycomb, 
                    which Ra'ayah had given me. I've seen many films about bees 
                    in my life, but each adds new info and astonishment. For 1 
                    liter of honey 10 000 000 blossoms have to be touched, 60 
                    hours of flight are necessary. But the power play of the new 
                    queens is terrible. And did I ever think of what a bee does 
                    or suffers, when it's surprised by rain?