Maybe its part of getting older but I find myself thinking more and more about people and places that are gone now, places such as The Last Exit which was a haunt of mine from roughly 1990/1-1995. Considering how society has become in recent years, we need more places like The Last Exit was: places where folks of every viewpoint imaginable could hang out, eat, drink, squabble about stuff, play games like chess/backgammon/go, listen to folks on open mic, etc. A sense of community that seems to be lacking more and more in this increasingly distant and digital age.

Points to Ponder:

"The promises made by God to the Patriarchs Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob to give them the land of Palestine were realized when the land of Canaan was invaded by Joshua, son of Nun and his successors as leaders of Israel until the time of David and Solomon, that is, from the 12th to the 10th centuries before Jesus Christ. Similarly, the prophecies relative to the return of the Jews to Palestine after the Babylonian exile were realized when they were brought back home by Cyrus, King of Persia, in the 7th century BC. Consequently, these promises and these prophecies are today deprived of any reality, having been realized many centuries ago. It is not necessary to believe that they are valid forever and that they confer on the Jews an eternal right to possess the Promised Land." [Melkite Bishops Synod in Damascus: Note to the Central Commission (circa June 5, 1962)]

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