A Cruel but Helpful Experience

Spending almost five weeks in the holy land with as many monuments and as much beauty, at the same time, with history drenched in blood, I felt like shuttling in the time vessel of 3000 years in a pretty short time. What passed by were humanities, human natures and the wisdom of the universe, reflecting on the man's world.

From my previous perspective,as a student major in Ancient Chinese Philosophy, trying to explain everything even a piece of dust in a logical chain, I treated religions, the mental elements, as the origins and solutions of various of the conflicts. But, after watching the expression with deep sincerity of doctors working in the border hospitals, hearing both sad stories and tolerable words from Palestinians living in the West Bank, reading the magazines that two sides of intellectuals exert themselves in, I gradually found out that even though religion, as a resource, is always wishfully thought to play an essential role in every single event, what is more important for all the practical problems is establishing a satisfying life with human standards.

Without staying in the land surrounded by the most intense conflicts of human beings, it's impossible for me to figure out what is the deepest inner thirst for human, and it's also less likely for me to introspect my over theoretical simplex of analysis. Sometimes only when you force yourself to face a cruelty which seems somewhat extreme, can you get closer to reality to some extent accidentally.