The Flag of Israel

The Flag of Israel: Behind the Scenes

About a month ago I took my mom to the graveyard where her parents are buried. She wanted to visit them. When we got there she went to their graves and I wondered around absorbing the atmosphere and coming up with my own. Sadness, a lot of sadness was there, in the graveyard, in my mind. A deep and mesmerizing melancholy engulfed me with the piercing and evident realization of my own coming death – perhaps in 50 years, perhaps in 50 minutes.

At the end of my wondering and contemplation, at the catharsis of preliminary self-mourning of my own death, I found myself at the end of the military burial plot, deeply immersed in a shining feeling of futility, of realization that we are all in this together – no one gets out , no one stays in. We are all dead people walking the earth, and there is so much of joy in that thought, so much of relief, so much of fear, so much of responsibility.

The Flag of Israel: The Scene

With that fore mentioned feeling I looked up and saw the flag of Israel waving in the sky, tied to a flagpole. I stood beneath it and perhaps thought, that this certainty of absolute knowing of the future to come and yet having so much power to influence all the derivative consequences can be depicted in a minimalistic manner, peaceful approach and joyful colors…