As in a fairy tale, as in a nightmare: Hush...the entire kingdom has fallen asleep.
That is, the people are awake. They move, produce sounds, travel, enjoy themselves, do business. Lots of activity, lots of noise.
Yet underneath all that, the same gnawing corrosion of the heart, the feeling that something here is hollow, that its movement is but inertial, that it is disconnected, excised from its essence.
We've been so wonderful at putting ourselves to sleep, at suspending our understanding and our will, that even those who oppose the government's policy don't have the strength to really do anything against it.
And so it happens that, despite the conspicuous void in this country's leadership, the opposition is unable to produce a single person who can respond to the profound need for restoration, someone who could sweep along the masses simply by, finally, offering them anything, a way, a chance, an awakening.
Perhaps Israel is now paying the heavy price of too many years of stubbornness, of opposition to compromise and refusal to understand reality as it is. Perhaps something really horrible has happened to us. Perhaps the peace process came to us a bit too late.
Because when you keep rejecting something for so long, when you so much don't want something, you are liable, in the end, not to want anything. In other words, you are liable to lose your will itself. So the result is a nation that has spent years investing huge amounts of energy in not wanting and has now reached a state in which it is so passive that anything can be inflicted upon it, anything at all.