Penelope
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I did a foolish thing, this last vacation.
My two kids and I got two invites, by different relatives, to spend Christmas and New Years with them. We chose the larger gathering, and had a very nice time. But, to that side of the family which lost out, I promised we'd drive over for a short visit, soon. And MLK Day worked out well for everyone. (In the States, we celebrate Martin Luther King Day on the third Monday, every January.) 3-day weekend.
Sunday was sunny and reasonably warm, so we packed a large picnic and all went out to the coast. A couple hour drive. Winter beaches in the Pacific Northwest are chilly fun. You need to bundle-up for it. But the salty air and clear blue horizon are a refreshing change from the endless rain and little bit of snow we've had, this winter. We strolled south half a mile, then settled in amongst driftwood logs.
Underneath several layers of clothing, I wore a one-piece swimsuit.
I'm a compulsive jogger. I go out, whatever the weather. But even I have limits, when it comes to weather extremes. Though not as satisfying to me, I will jog a circular track - indoors - if the outdoor conditions are unduly harsh. I am not foolish where my health is concerned.
Not usually, anyway ... But this Sunday, I peeled my layers of warmth and walked out into the surf till I was mid-thigh deep. The air was 47-degrees Fahrenheit, and the water was frigid. Far too cold to swim. (Believe me, I don't belong to one of those Polar Bear clubs - people who jump into a frigid lake at noon on New Years Day as a "refreshing" way to kick off the New Year.) But I did stand there, sideways to the waves breaking over me, looking south. It was strangely meditative.
Land to my left, sea to my right. The steady rhythm of whitecaps breaking upon the shore. Seabirds pecking in the wet sand or arcing gracefully in the breeze above. Skiffs of cloud drifting eastward. To keep my legs from going numb, I would lift my left foot up and put it back down, then lift my right foot up and put it back down. Left foot then right foot, a couple times every minute. There would be a little suction in the sand, every time I lifted a foot. I'm sure my relatives thought I was crazy. Ten minutes, twenty minutes, doing this slow dance. But the tide was going out, and soon the waves were barely covering my calves.
I headed to shore. And my daughter and my cousin formed a little tent with towels, so I could change out of my wet swimsuit. After lunch and exploring, the wind picked up and, by and by, began to gust. Knock-you-off-your-feet gust. We packed up and hit the highway. Not the person in the driver's seat, I let my mind wander.
What if I was, instead, facing shore? What if I'd stayed in the water two hours, instead of 20-minutes? My feet lifting and settling back into the sand, every few seconds. Say a camera was looking, and sped up the film. It would look like I was walking. And since the tide was going out and the water level around me was dropping, the camera would make it seem like I was walking from the ocean ... in toward shore. When, in actuality I was only "walking in place." Not going anywhere.
But, in the eye of that camera, the illusion of me walking toward shore would be compelling. Would be, visually, far more compelling to a movie-viewer's intuition than what had been the actual truth.
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The historical period between the time of Moses and King David (1250bce-950bce) is an interesting time in the larger history of the Middle East. The Bronze Age was ending and Iron Age beginning. And there was turmoil everywhere. And according to Egyptian texts, much of this turmoil was caused by the raids and invasion by this mysterious tribe which Egyptian records named "the Sea People." Over this period of time, the Mycenaean Empire was dismantled, the Hittite Empire was destroyed, and the Egyptian Empire shrank in size back to its original Nile basin.
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Back in better days, according to the Bible, Abraham and his great-grandson Joseph regularly hobnobbed with the Egyptian Pharaoh. And then, at the beginning of this new era of turmoil, Moses played a dangerous game of chicken with Pharaoh. Pharaoh blinked and the Israelites won their independence and exited Egypt.
The Egyptians were inveterate record-keepers, in stone, on papyrus, and on clay tablets (much of which has survived due to Egypt's dry climate). Those month-by-month, year-by-year, detailed Egyptian records make no mention of Abraham or Joseph or Moses. If any of these individuals actually existed, they made miniscule effect upon Egyptian history. Footnote history on lost clay tablets.
During most of this time - between Abraham and Moses - Canaan was a vassal state of the Egyptian Empire. The Egyptians maintained fortress-towns in the fertile valleys or on the coast of Canaan, elegant cities paid for by tax upon the Canaanites. If Abraham or Joseph or Moses had dealings with the Egyptians, it would not have been with Pharaoh directly. It would have been with Pharaoh's representative in Canaan, the Egyptian regional governor. And as nomadic tribes of herders up in the hill-country of Canaan, the Israelites would have had little contact with Egyptian authorities to their west. Except in time of war - when the Israelites probably hired on as mercenary foot-soldiers to swell the Egyptian ranks against its enemies (for a cut of battle spoils, as numerous tribal groups of that era typically did).
But no Middle Eastern herding people could survive by animal-husbandry alone. The Israelites were no exception. The herders needed to come down into the valley, seasonally, to trade animal products for the fruit and grain of the valleys' farmers. This mutual dependency (symbiosis) between farmers and herders lasted for centuries, and helped both groups to prosper (or, at the very least, survive), from season to season. These trading-times-of-year would become Festival Seasons (often around the equinoxes and solstices on the Egyptian/Canaanite calendar). And the Egyptian overlords may well have used this symbiotic get-together as an opportunity to tax the herders, as well.
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In the Bronze Age, the big empires were BIG because that had the big war technology. And the armored tank of that era was a 4-wheeled war-wagon. (Not the one- or two-person chariots of the Ben Hur films.) Several bowmen rode within this horse-drawn war-wagon, protected by bronze armor. These were the elite troops of the Imperial army. This wagon (and 50 more like it) would charge into enemy lines and the bowmen would cut-down enemy infantry - whose leather (and even bronze) shields were no match to the hail of arrows. The enemy infantrymens' bronze swords and pikes were about as effective as WWII rifles were against tanks. The (mercenary) infantry, that followed behind these deadly war-wagons, merely had to mop-up on the battlefield - by finishing off survivors.
But, at the beginning of the Iron Age, somehow the Sea People figured out how to turn the tables on this awesome and deadly killing platform. Maybe it had something to do with new iron shields to deflect the arrows and new longer iron pikes to pierce the war-wagon's armor and that of its horses. Or maybe the Sea People had devised battle-plans that did not take place in open country, that destroyed the wheels, that isolated one war-wagon from another - leaving the elite soldiers vulnerable. Whatever the case, most scholars think "the Sea People" were not one tribe or a confederation of tribes. But pirates, freebooters. Former mercenaries who figured out the vulnerability in the traditional Imperial battle strategy. And, once they'd done so, they turned violently upon their former employers.
& & &
About the time of Moses and Joshua, the Sea People were, bit by bit, beginning to drive the Egyptians out of their vassal states in North Africa and Canaan. The Egyptian empire shrunk to a ghost of its former expanse and power - back to its core, in the Nile basin ...
Remember me at the beach, walking in the surf? Stepping up and down, seeming to walk out of the ocean? Maybe Moses and the Israelites walked out of Egypt in the same way. Maybe the Israelites did not move eastward, any more than I did in my mind-picture, stepping up and down. Maybe Egypt shrunk westward, backwards from their longtime colony in Canaan. The Israelites left Egypt - by standing still. (Passing time did a camera-trick on oral tribal memory of the Israelites. Created this optical illusion of traveling east.)
The Egyptians abandoned - exited - the land of the Israelites (after many battles with Sea Peoples, over many generations). That is the historic truth.
The Exodus was in reverse.
My two kids and I got two invites, by different relatives, to spend Christmas and New Years with them. We chose the larger gathering, and had a very nice time. But, to that side of the family which lost out, I promised we'd drive over for a short visit, soon. And MLK Day worked out well for everyone. (In the States, we celebrate Martin Luther King Day on the third Monday, every January.) 3-day weekend.
Sunday was sunny and reasonably warm, so we packed a large picnic and all went out to the coast. A couple hour drive. Winter beaches in the Pacific Northwest are chilly fun. You need to bundle-up for it. But the salty air and clear blue horizon are a refreshing change from the endless rain and little bit of snow we've had, this winter. We strolled south half a mile, then settled in amongst driftwood logs.
Underneath several layers of clothing, I wore a one-piece swimsuit.
I'm a compulsive jogger. I go out, whatever the weather. But even I have limits, when it comes to weather extremes. Though not as satisfying to me, I will jog a circular track - indoors - if the outdoor conditions are unduly harsh. I am not foolish where my health is concerned.
Not usually, anyway ... But this Sunday, I peeled my layers of warmth and walked out into the surf till I was mid-thigh deep. The air was 47-degrees Fahrenheit, and the water was frigid. Far too cold to swim. (Believe me, I don't belong to one of those Polar Bear clubs - people who jump into a frigid lake at noon on New Years Day as a "refreshing" way to kick off the New Year.) But I did stand there, sideways to the waves breaking over me, looking south. It was strangely meditative.
Land to my left, sea to my right. The steady rhythm of whitecaps breaking upon the shore. Seabirds pecking in the wet sand or arcing gracefully in the breeze above. Skiffs of cloud drifting eastward. To keep my legs from going numb, I would lift my left foot up and put it back down, then lift my right foot up and put it back down. Left foot then right foot, a couple times every minute. There would be a little suction in the sand, every time I lifted a foot. I'm sure my relatives thought I was crazy. Ten minutes, twenty minutes, doing this slow dance. But the tide was going out, and soon the waves were barely covering my calves.
I headed to shore. And my daughter and my cousin formed a little tent with towels, so I could change out of my wet swimsuit. After lunch and exploring, the wind picked up and, by and by, began to gust. Knock-you-off-your-feet gust. We packed up and hit the highway. Not the person in the driver's seat, I let my mind wander.
What if I was, instead, facing shore? What if I'd stayed in the water two hours, instead of 20-minutes? My feet lifting and settling back into the sand, every few seconds. Say a camera was looking, and sped up the film. It would look like I was walking. And since the tide was going out and the water level around me was dropping, the camera would make it seem like I was walking from the ocean ... in toward shore. When, in actuality I was only "walking in place." Not going anywhere.
But, in the eye of that camera, the illusion of me walking toward shore would be compelling. Would be, visually, far more compelling to a movie-viewer's intuition than what had been the actual truth.
& & &
The historical period between the time of Moses and King David (1250bce-950bce) is an interesting time in the larger history of the Middle East. The Bronze Age was ending and Iron Age beginning. And there was turmoil everywhere. And according to Egyptian texts, much of this turmoil was caused by the raids and invasion by this mysterious tribe which Egyptian records named "the Sea People." Over this period of time, the Mycenaean Empire was dismantled, the Hittite Empire was destroyed, and the Egyptian Empire shrank in size back to its original Nile basin.
& & &
Back in better days, according to the Bible, Abraham and his great-grandson Joseph regularly hobnobbed with the Egyptian Pharaoh. And then, at the beginning of this new era of turmoil, Moses played a dangerous game of chicken with Pharaoh. Pharaoh blinked and the Israelites won their independence and exited Egypt.
The Egyptians were inveterate record-keepers, in stone, on papyrus, and on clay tablets (much of which has survived due to Egypt's dry climate). Those month-by-month, year-by-year, detailed Egyptian records make no mention of Abraham or Joseph or Moses. If any of these individuals actually existed, they made miniscule effect upon Egyptian history. Footnote history on lost clay tablets.
During most of this time - between Abraham and Moses - Canaan was a vassal state of the Egyptian Empire. The Egyptians maintained fortress-towns in the fertile valleys or on the coast of Canaan, elegant cities paid for by tax upon the Canaanites. If Abraham or Joseph or Moses had dealings with the Egyptians, it would not have been with Pharaoh directly. It would have been with Pharaoh's representative in Canaan, the Egyptian regional governor. And as nomadic tribes of herders up in the hill-country of Canaan, the Israelites would have had little contact with Egyptian authorities to their west. Except in time of war - when the Israelites probably hired on as mercenary foot-soldiers to swell the Egyptian ranks against its enemies (for a cut of battle spoils, as numerous tribal groups of that era typically did).
But no Middle Eastern herding people could survive by animal-husbandry alone. The Israelites were no exception. The herders needed to come down into the valley, seasonally, to trade animal products for the fruit and grain of the valleys' farmers. This mutual dependency (symbiosis) between farmers and herders lasted for centuries, and helped both groups to prosper (or, at the very least, survive), from season to season. These trading-times-of-year would become Festival Seasons (often around the equinoxes and solstices on the Egyptian/Canaanite calendar). And the Egyptian overlords may well have used this symbiotic get-together as an opportunity to tax the herders, as well.
& & &
In the Bronze Age, the big empires were BIG because that had the big war technology. And the armored tank of that era was a 4-wheeled war-wagon. (Not the one- or two-person chariots of the Ben Hur films.) Several bowmen rode within this horse-drawn war-wagon, protected by bronze armor. These were the elite troops of the Imperial army. This wagon (and 50 more like it) would charge into enemy lines and the bowmen would cut-down enemy infantry - whose leather (and even bronze) shields were no match to the hail of arrows. The enemy infantrymens' bronze swords and pikes were about as effective as WWII rifles were against tanks. The (mercenary) infantry, that followed behind these deadly war-wagons, merely had to mop-up on the battlefield - by finishing off survivors.
But, at the beginning of the Iron Age, somehow the Sea People figured out how to turn the tables on this awesome and deadly killing platform. Maybe it had something to do with new iron shields to deflect the arrows and new longer iron pikes to pierce the war-wagon's armor and that of its horses. Or maybe the Sea People had devised battle-plans that did not take place in open country, that destroyed the wheels, that isolated one war-wagon from another - leaving the elite soldiers vulnerable. Whatever the case, most scholars think "the Sea People" were not one tribe or a confederation of tribes. But pirates, freebooters. Former mercenaries who figured out the vulnerability in the traditional Imperial battle strategy. And, once they'd done so, they turned violently upon their former employers.
& & &
About the time of Moses and Joshua, the Sea People were, bit by bit, beginning to drive the Egyptians out of their vassal states in North Africa and Canaan. The Egyptian empire shrunk to a ghost of its former expanse and power - back to its core, in the Nile basin ...
Remember me at the beach, walking in the surf? Stepping up and down, seeming to walk out of the ocean? Maybe Moses and the Israelites walked out of Egypt in the same way. Maybe the Israelites did not move eastward, any more than I did in my mind-picture, stepping up and down. Maybe Egypt shrunk westward, backwards from their longtime colony in Canaan. The Israelites left Egypt - by standing still. (Passing time did a camera-trick on oral tribal memory of the Israelites. Created this optical illusion of traveling east.)
The Egyptians abandoned - exited - the land of the Israelites (after many battles with Sea Peoples, over many generations). That is the historic truth.
The Exodus was in reverse.