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This page presents what my dear friend, Sam Keen, calls personal mythology. My personal sense of calling - that which gives me joy and provides meaning in my life - is often related to critical thinking, loving relationships, challenging commonly accepted truths, and examining unquestioned beliefs. This page is a map of my journey; a melange of the personal and professional, with its circuitous paths, milestones and landmarks; an odyssey that has led me to confront, defy and breach intellectual, spiritual, interpersonal, physical, intimate, emotional, and other boundaries.
I was born in Israel in to pioneer parents. My mother, a German Jew, was an intellectually rigorous psychologist. My father, an Hungarian Jew, was gentle and poetic but also a labor organizer and engineer. Both had lost most of their families in the Holocaust. Together, they were a visionary, optimistic, determined, and idealistic pair who mirrored the exciting tenor of the times in Israel as the new nation was born from the ashes of the Holocaust. It was only natural that concerns with justice, peace, integrity, compassion, and fairness were discussed daily around our dinner table with lively discussions about social justice, peaceful co-existence with neighboring Arab countries, and the rights of women, Jewish immigrants from Arab countries, and Israeli Arabs.
The years passed and I grew to be a young man. I had a very close group of friends in the youth movement Hashomer Hatzair and was close to my older sister. I loved sports, hiking, backpacking, swimming, and basketball, but was also a keen reader of many subjects. Alongside my family and friends, I was politically active in promoting peaceful co-existence between Israelis and Palestinians and in opposing religious oppression and manipulation by the extremist religious Jews A thirst for knowledge blossomed in me Like a bud growing in springtime, poking through the newly thawed soil An examination of life, a proclivity to challenge rigid dogmas and assumptions Like an ember that slowly simmered My quest to question the unquestioned began.
At age 10, during a Purim holiday celebration similar to Mardi Gras where thousands of Israelis gathered in the center of Tel-Aviv to celebrate, an Israeli soldier mistakenly launched a phosphorous grenade into the crowd while intending to throw a colorful and harmless smoke grenade. The burning phosphorous struck both my legs and my hair, turning me into living torch.
