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I am back from Oracle Open World. My favorite key note speaker was Dr. Kirk Borne who spoke about data analysis. He emphasized the practically infinite potential open to programmers. He also talked about the iterative process which is programming, comparing it to life itself. Fail fast and move forward. A corollary to this I learned from my own recent experience: you must not obsess about the failures. It stifles further progress. Past perfection is not the goal.

In preparation for my upcoming trip to Open World I thought I would say hello. My employment with Peterson and Nykamp will be ending in a form of retirement on October 1, 2019. From that date forward I will devote myself to marketing the marvelous case management program that I have been developing for the last 30 years.

I celebrated my 74th birthday on August 2nd. Some two years have lapsed since my last post. I have been busy programming, among other things. My skills with SQL, WebLogic Application Server and Oracle JDeveloper have improved. I can no longer run for exercise because of arthritis in my knee, but I am still alive and hope to be able to remember to post occasionally.

Last night my wife, the Edingtons and I saw a movie called “The Man Who Knew Infinity.” It was a biopic about the Indian mathematician, Srinivasa Ramanujan, who got his mathematics by direct revelation, and his mentor at Trinity College, England, G. H. Hardy, who got his by shear plod. The impression I got from the movie was that Hardy was playing to his peers and saw as the highpoint the elevation of Ramanujan to the Trinity College Fellowship, while Ramanujan saw as his purpose the bringing of something new and beautiful into the world.  It caused me to reflect on how the progress of knowledge is often hindered by peer review, rather than advanced.  The other case that comes to mind is the failure of scholars to decipher the Mayan language until the death of the leading scholar in the field, whose prevailing theories were all wrong.

I would have posted from our hotels in Jericho and Jerusalem, but the internet connections were very bad. Obviously there were many sights and events to comment on during our visits to the Jordan River, Masada, the Dead Sea, and the many sites in Jerusalem.  I will comment on only one here: In Jerusalem, we visited the Church of the Holy Sepulcher which is built on the traditional site of Jesus’ burial.  The Church is administered by at least three different Christian religions and is very old, although it has been destroyed and restored several times.  The grave site has been chiseled away and replaced by an enclosed shrine in the middle of the church.  The only part of the original grave remaining is the stone floor.  The inside of the shrine is very small, accommodating only four persons at a time. The walls are covered with pictures and icons from the middle ages. To enter the shrine, you had to wait in a long line. In front of us in the line were several ladies who were obviously devout and appeared to be from an eastern European county.

The reason I mention all of this, even though I tend to agree with those who hold that this is not the site of the actual sepulcher where Jesus was buried, is to reflect admiringly on the priest who sat at the opening to the shrine, admitting only four persons at a time. He had the unenviable task of encouraging the four persons in the shine to leave after what I estimated to be about twenty seconds. The next four could not enter until the last four had left. Devout ladies who have traveled a long distance and endured a long wait and who are finally worshiping prostrate before the stone floor must be convinced to leave the shrine. The priest carried out his office with the perfect blend of authority and kindness. I could imagine him there hour after hour, day after day, maintaining that perfect tone for an everlasting line of visitors who are perfect strangers to him. A miracle for which any who wish to visit the shrine in the future should be grateful.

We sailed on the sea of Galilee this morning.  One of our passengers jumped in.  We visited Magdela where a tall attractive woman minister showed us the recently discovered synagogue where Jesus undoubtedly taught and enacted for us the reading of the verse from Isiah where Isaiah describes the Messiah as one who frees the captives.  She sang it is Hebrew.  She was standing’s  in the remains of the synagogue where Jesus taught and singing the verse.  It was marvelous. She also described the alter where the chariots of fire are depicted as four wheels.  But the best thing she did was show us the ancient Mikvah where the Jews were ritually cleansed by immersing in water. She  said that this pre-christian ritual was described by the ancients as a tomb and a womb, and was common long before john the Baptist. No Mormon could have preached a better baptism by immersion sermon.

We then visited Capernaum where Peter and Jesus lived. Dan Peterson described it as the headquarters of the Church in its small provincial beginnings, much like the latter-day Church.  We talked about Peter’s transformation from a small town fisherman to a world force as a testimony of Peter’s conviction that Jesus truly was the Savior of the world.  I couldn’t help comparing it to the transformation that Brigham Young experienced.

We are now in a Hotel in Jericho which is in the sector controlled by the Palestinian authority.  I remember the day in New York where I invited the Palestinian representative to the UN to come as our guest to the Radio City Music Hall Christmas Spectacular and the Iranian Ambassador, who was standing there saying that he too would like to come, which I then also arranged and they both came.

Today we visited the Wadi which Jesus used to get from Nazareth to the sea of Galilee.  We also visited sites believed to be where He delivered the sermon on the mount, and where he gave the sealing keys to Peter.  The day was so pleasant, it was not hard to imagine the Savior delivering the sermon on the mount to his disciples in just such a setting.

Epiphanies: Dan Peterson taught us that the word for faith in the bible should be translated as trust, as in trust in the Savior not as belief in some doctrine.  We trust Him to do right.  Also saw the dangerous looking thistles which could have given meaning to the statement to Paul, “why do you kick against the pricks.”

After reading the 18th chapter of 1 Kings last night, we visited Carmel today where Elijah challenged the priests of Baal to a duel to see whose God could consume an offering without the humans setting it on fire. The reading was a mere coincidence except that there is no such thing as coincidence.

The day started off with a visit to Caesarea and ended up in Tiberius on the Sea of Galilee. We visited Nazareth where Jesus spent his childhood, but it didn’t look much like the Nazareth of Jesus’ time, it now being a modern city.  But we also visited Zippora, right next door which is an archaeological site from the time of Christ. There we got a real feel for the conditions in which the Savior lived.  Dan Peterson made the point that this experience makes concrete to us that Christ was a real person who lived in a real place and a time certain.

Here we are in Tel Aviv.  On the plane from Prague the young father in the seat next to my wife told her that he was tired of vacationing after five days in Prague and would be glad to get home to Tel Aviv.  The views around Tel Aviv are not nearly as green as the landscape around Prague. What must matter is what you call home.

Coming to Israel requires that one demonstrate one’s bona-fides several times by producing documentation–passport, etc. It is as if the most important thing about a new birth is the certificate. The greatest miracle is that “there you are”, a human being in existence. The circumstances of your birth should be less important than the fact of your birth. I guess it simplifies things a lot to have a certificate that you exist, so people can ignore the fact that “there you are,” a miracle. As Sartre said, “existence precedes essence.” Essence, I suppose, is a mental construct. Existence is undeniable.