We had been silent for some time Driving along the empty road South of Be'er Sheva. The sky was blue, The earth small rocks And small hills Leading On And On To horizons never reached. We were silent. I was feeling a kind of peace, A kind of belonging to the earth A kind of tree-being feeling Rooted In a place no roots could be Home Where there was no dwelling Human Where there was no life except for a Chameleon-like creature That chased itself under a stone. Rich Where there was no produce. Filled with my being, Out of myself Out of the "everydayishness" of Cement structures Mass Gas Class Harass. Quiet Before though After Near to the beginning To before the beginning To creation To no time To infinity To God In an almost no-place Being almost no-me. The I of I didn't exist. We were silent... Suddenly Matthew said "I hate this place "It's so dead," he said, "So void of life. It gives me the creeps The bones Under the stones Are pulling at me Reminding me Death is forever. "Join us, Join us You will be joining us" Quiet of the tomb Doom Noting can bloom. I hate this place!" And I was loving it. Who can explain?