you will share that piece of it. stop trying to swallow the whole apple we will take one baidu and see if we cannot get it down to a manageable scale. the instinct has been the opposite. like the director of the national intelligence office in 2004 has been to add o beyer to the bureaucracy that uses these together. but it is just too big. . .

>> thank you very much. i'd be happy to sign books in the back if you'd like to buy one. [applause] [inaudible conversations]

>> introducing -- i get to introduce david. which is a real honor. i've been work withing with him for eight years, i've gotten to have know him well. the first time we met, david, was about 14 or 15 years ago. david almost got me fired at my previous job. i won't tell the organization, but we had a dinner with dick army. i had only been there a couple of weeks. my assignment was to be the v.i.p. room security at the elevator, which i didn't volunteer for, but since i was the new guy. who gets off the elevator, i never knew of him. he didn't have the little star on his name, hi to say david -- i didn't say david. i said, sir, this is the v.i.p. reception, and he said that's where i'm going. i thought i'm not going to stop david horowitz.

sure enough a couple of minutes later, i saw dick army gave him a hug. the whole center pivoted to dick and david. it's a good thing he's here. everyone seems to know him and like him. i went into work on saturday or friday, when i went into work on monday how could i let this happen. how would i let the interloper. the only thing is dick army seemed to be happy, if they are happy to see him, then, i guess, it's okay. i survived about six more years in that job. i was starting to get anxious and frustrated. i felt like we do this in any one of the nonprofit movement because we want to make a difference and have change and all of those corny things. but it's true. i was getting frustrated. i found out david was looking for an executive director. i remember david. i knew of david, of course,. and i thought the person assured

me, david, will make things happen. if you are frustrated about not getting things done, david gets things done and then some. i was also warned about working for david. it's difficult, cantankerous, you know, he has a temper, plus he's an excommunist. some people said maybe still -- who knows. i heard all of those kind of warnings. this just seems like the right opportunity. it'll be 8 years i've been with david. it's an an incredible eight years. he is all of the cantankerous, but, -- there's a bug bug -- big but, he's sometimes generous. sometimes generous to a fault. sometimes people probably take advantage. david always says yes, not always says yes, but hi has a --

but he has a huge heart. if you work hard and don't ask for things in return, david will be incredibly generous. i thing i that love and david most, if you work for him, he allows you to be all of that you can be. the army saying. he'll allow you to reach your potential, he'll allow you to be creative. he doesn't micromanage you. you can be the best that you can be. he doesn't feel threatened. obviously great writers have ego. david has an ego, but it's secure and confident. if you're young and you want to get in the movement and do some great things, david will allow you to fulfill whatever your dreams are. that's been the wonderful thing about david. why is that relevant? that's david. why that's relevant to today and this book? well, you know, there's a lot of ways to, i think, measure a

man. david is "new york times" get seller, he is the leading political thinking on the left or about the left, not on the left, studying the world on the left today. he's had a huge impact politically. there's no question. he's said in truth, when history books are written, david will be one of those great political thinkers that people will study decades from now. just on that, you can say that measure is incredible. david has achieved so much. what's interesting though is when you see people who have accomplished so much in public life and whatever that is whether they are politicians or artist or whatever. they are kind of radical. david has been married four times. i'm not revealing secrets. i've been divorced. my fathers was married four times. i'm not overly critical, i'm partial on that. so if that's the only measure,

being married a long time, i guess many of us will fail at that measure. the other great measurement for a man is who are you as a father? i've had to -- i've had the fortune of meeting two of david's children. i never got to meet sarah. all of his four children were with accomplished and success. i don't just meet business and financially success, but all of them are incredible people. and very successful, accomplished, you'd be delighted to meet any one of them. if those are your four kids, you'd be proud to say these are my four kids. if that's the measure, then that's a great accomplishment. and i think it's what david has been able to do, when i talked about, that when i relate to working with him and allowing someone to reach their potential end -- and be all that you can be.

many of you don't know david, david is humble. he'll probably say they are all great kids because of the mother. i'm sure she's a great mother, there's no way you raise four kids and have them be so accomplished and the father can take credit. you have to do the discipline and all of that stuff. teaching them, encouraging them, and loving them send allow -- and allowing them to reach potential. if that's the measure, then david is quite the man and quite the father. so with that, ladies and gentlemen, david horowitz. [applause] >> to be by has the raise over there. -- toby has the raise over there. i ran the center for last four years. but the last eight years have

been the most productive reaches of the center. and mike finch is the key to that. i'm blessed to have mike in the center. i thank y'all for coming. there's a lot of old friends that i hadn't expected to see. thank you very being here for this event. about "the cracking of the heart" which is a book i've written about my daughter sarah who died two years ago. and in her 44th year. i wrote the book not because i take any pleasure in burying my wounds in public, but because i do take pleasure in her remarkable life. and sharing that life with others. and because i believe that her example can be an inspiration not to those that did not know her and a consolation to those

who have lost loved ones too. it is a facet of our nature that we think and we act as though we are doing to live forever. consequently, we do not pay enough attention to the people we love who are here beside us. in our conversations with them, we are often distracted by other things going on in our lives. so that we do not hear fully what we are saying or we cut the conversation short in order to get on with our own business. or we let our own frustrations and agendas get in the way of hearing what nay are saying -- what they are saying. when they are gone, we would give anything to have them back. to continue the conversation. any conversation. for even one minute more. my daughters life and death are an instruction to appreciate what we have before it is gone.

sarah has nonas turner syndrome. one the consequences, according to one medical encyclopedia, are wide and web necked, curled ears, swollen hands and feeds, dry eyes, obesity, diabetes, infertility, arthritis, middle ear infections, hearing loss which in sarah case was progressive and severe. also heart defects and high blood pressure. early death. the encyclopedia notes there were no known cures just before she decided sarah was interviewed by an internet web site. the internet appeared the day after her death. it was in part of her aunt

barbara who died a few years before and she was close. sarah had turned to judaism and asked whether her religious practice helped her to deep with barbara's death. i think it did, i am comfortable with the fact that judaism doesn't have a highly developed idea of whatever after you die. like buddhism and credittianty. i pursued judaism to find meaning and i think at the heart of that pursuit is the fact that we've all walk around with the knowledge that we're going to die. how did my daughter know this at a still fairly young age? this is in her. it was a condition she was before this. the jewish idea of death that made the most sense, was the one called gilgold and was the equivalent to life after life. it is basically reincarnation,

she explained. in the interview, sarah introduced the fact that i hadn't known before. i said blessed are you god, you resurrect the dead every morning over my coffee. counseling her over barb bra's loss. sarah rabbi had said while you can't have the person back, you were pay attention to the relationship, the way as it continues. i think now the resurrection of my daughter in the way her rabbi adviced. pay attention to the ways in which your relationship continues. in confronting her disabilities, sarah was independent, not to have to rely on others. emily catcher who was sarah's roommate in college and for many years after had this to say about her. sarah pretended there was nothing wrong with her all the time. once i said to her, you get a

lot of ear infections. that's how i found out she had turner syndrome. her disability was visible. she didn't want to make any adjustments because of them and she didn't want anybody talking about them. on the argument emily remembers with sarah over the issues. sarah was really easy to live with. the best roommate, listened to the same records, didn't care about the messes, but she's get mad of me when i hassled about her health. you can get qualified for social security payment for people with disabilitied. that would really steam her. no, she would say, i am not disabled and i'm not going to do that. and she didn't. her sister kept up the pressure but in the end failed to persuade her. she still possessed the original social security she requested for sarah which sarah never

signed. she had the same argument with her sister over getting a bus pass for the disabled. i'm not disabled, she argued. sarah didn't drive, so buses were a crucial part of her existence. i once called her at 9 in the evening to ask her a question about judaism. when i reached her, she was riding a bus from school. she was completing a degree in teaching special needs children. she answered my question with the same cheerfulness when i had such questions. i was curious about the bus she was riding. she told me it was the third bus she had taken that evening to get home from school. six buses a night after a day of work, a practice she continued on and off for 20 years. and i never heard a word of complaint. in her 30s, she joined a synagogue in san francisco. it's rabbi was alan lou.

one of his words of advice was that everyone should discover their define name. which was to derived from the at tribute which they hate the most but which was the source of their greatest virtue and was god's gift. to explain, they returned to the story of jacob. the name jacob is derived from heal. it was said that coming out of the womb, he grabbed on the heal in an attempt to be the first born. eventually, jacob cheated his brother out of his first right. thus, jacob was a person who was never satisfied with who he was. always seeking another's place. then he wrestled with the angel of god and was given a new

name. his define name, which is israel. which means he struggled with god. with sarah hated about herself was her difference. which was stamped on her body. and loaded her with handicaps which she refused to see as handicaps which made every task arduous, from getting groceries to getting others to take her seriously. that was her true gift. it caused her to understand and identify with others who are different. and it sparked her compassion with them. her life profession was working with autistic children, beginning with her niece mariah. as a journalist, she wrote a story about her ma'am diets defending the right not to have doctors amputate their genitals

in their own good. she wrote letters to criminal in jail to give them human contact. working with the american jewish world service and despite the difficulties she had to navigating any distance, she overworked heart and interestal problems, she went to el salvador who help christians who homes had been wiped out, to india to rescue girls in the slums of dub buy and uganda where she lived in a hut without electricity to teach the children to read and write. debra provided her with her favorite saying, justice,

justice, you shall pursue. a he brew phrase which was repair of the world or healing of the world. it is often associated with social justice and was both a bond and a bone of contention between us. which i will come back to in a moment. before that i want to describe what it meant to sarah. the rabbi had written we are all connected. we are one. each of us is created in thedy vive image. at heart of judaism is abraham's vision of greatness. the idea that we are all deeply connected. i think that is at the heart of things for those of us who pursue social justice. her congressional had undertaken an obligation to cook meal for the homeless every month at the hamilton family center in san francisco.

sarah volunteered to organize. she climbed on the bus to go across town to prepare a meal for 60 homeless. she went on the internet to learn how to make meet dishes because she was a vegetarian. he did it because she was there to serve them and that's what they wanted. if this was her way to heal the world, i was all for it. another context, however, that was a friction between us. whenever we passed a homeless person, sarah watch would reach in her pocket and takous money to give from one. this despite the fact that she herself was quite poor. i couldn't bring myself to do that. i saw the homeless as a political problem. they needed psychiatric care and ways to deal with the problems. there are much better man in

much better shape to support them. my thought was i support enough people already. why should i support you? but i didn't like the tension with my daughter. her disappointment when i didn't reach into my own pocket to help. so to heal our world, i changed my behavior. whenever we encountered a homeless person, i now reached down into my own pocket and gave. that brought a smile to my daughter's face. it was its own for me. after she was gone, i went over the papers and discovered the note in the longhand on the back of the pages she had lefted from her unfinished writing. once in a protest put on by religious witness with the homeless, names of all those who had died that year in san francisco street were written. a simple yet powerful act that says you are known. and i felt something i rarely feel at staged events like

this. the simple acts of love is too little love. clothing, food, shelter. when i lived in the mission, i gave spare change freely to my homeless neighbors. yeared after i moved, i rode the bus with a women that remembered i used to give her change. i had not recognized her because she was completely transformed. she had found a job and a place to live. not everyone has the capacity to transform their lives, as this women did. i believe we all remember those that clothessed us when we weren't there. my daughter was an extraordinary person. now that i have time to reflect on her life, i am instruct by now fearly she had asserted her own independence and refusal to be defeated by her handicaps. and to turn them into excuses. when she was confronted by

others who surrendered their own weakness, she was extended a hand. wish that we were all like that. now believe in the off chance that's there one person who might be made lighter by such a charity is worth it. not all of our conflicts are political. some of what you might call parental. as i have already noted, my daughter was quite poor. she worked most of her life as a preschool teachers aid which paid her next to nothing. con wently, she lived in neighbors that caused her parent no end of concern. at one point she moved into a one bedroom apartment in the a crime section. one of their roommates remembered their neighborhood with a mixture of humor and display. we use to call ourally the drug

street. drug dealers and hookers and the street always smelled like urine. there was a bar with transvestites. one time our apartments was burglarized and sarah lost a pairing and deodorant. a magazine was missing too. whoever it did it was high on something. they stole some strange things. understandably, we had sleepless nights over our daughter's situation. there was no way to rescue her. even the assistance we thought we provided was not always taken, as i was discovered later. among the items sarah left behind was stacks of letters. when i look through the ones that came from me, i discover a note i sent to the joule yays address. it read, dear sarah, i know you are hurting for cash. i hope this helps. dad. inside was the $500 check i

placed there before i sent it. postmark was may 4, 1990, the check had never been cashed. my daughter was a talented writer and while she was living on julian street sent me a chapter from of the novel she was writing. if she finished the novel, it might be the path to a better paying clear. one with health benefits that was lacking. even if she wasn't able to earn a living as a novel, other ones to provide a gate. i called her and told her my plan but urged her to write fast so she could produce a valium of work which was agents and publishers were looking for. i suggested this, it was silence on the other end of the line. i realed i had probably pushed too hard. i discovered how hard when i didn't get to see another page of the novel for the next 20 years.

i discovered why when she told me about the story she had written and read in public and i asked her why she shouldn't shown it to me. it was a silent beat. and then she said, write faster. rabbi lou was her counselor and helping her to wrestle with her unhappiness which she described as social anxiety and fear. lou tried to have guide her to a place to feet she was exactly who she was supposed to be and where she was supposed to be. in a notebook she kept, he wrote down in her most fear. i really was scared of going to the place where i can't move and can't feel. in the same notebook, she wrote i woke up this morning and went into the rage because my ear amp was feeding back. it brought home how much anger

there was another physical crap and i am sleep deprive. went to meditation, or got on the bus to go. when i got to my stop, i saw the light was green already. so i waited because i can't run anymore. i just can't do it. the bus driver actually reopened the bus doors to tell me to cross. what is it, his business? and it engaged me. then she wrote, i feel sometimes the whole universe thinks i'm too slow. and i am slow. i walk slow, i hear slow, i even think slow. i kept coming back to it thinks about what i would say. when suddenly i saw him in my mind. and i heard rabbi lou's voice very clearly saying sarah, you are the one who is impatient.

rabbi lou said today that we all feel uniquely disabled. he said that when you see someone the way they really are, made in the image of god, this is healing. do i quote him too much? this is why sitting with him is so powerful. he makes me feel so good about myself, i feel almost guilty. he validated me. i forget every day that i am exactly who i am supposed to be. rabbi lou says that i'm a good practice for others. i force them to slow down. and then sarah wrote, ha! she continues in her notes, the major problem is lack of romantic intimacy. the major problem with myself as i am too slow. there's a way in which relationships continue after death or separation. my life would be in more

dieresessed without a partner than with. every day i have loved, also every day i appreciate utterly and completely being single. i think slow, walk slow, hear slow, was late to get my advanced degree and whatever else. but in the outfield, it's just my rhythm. i think it's allowed me to enjoy aging in a manner that few others can. i have come into my own in so many ways. as sarah's foreign, rabbi lou read a verse, it was one the lines sarah cherished most. in the notebook, she said this is my mantra. i had no idea i was going to be so crippled and deaf. but i was exactly the right place when it happens. my community of friends held me up yesterday in an amazing, amazing way. sarah mantra was there, love turns pain into medicine.

but i think of my own political conflicts with my daughter, the chinese character for crisis comes to mind. it combined the character for opportunity and danger. my daughter was coming from a place of opportunity. and i from a place of danger. in my younger days, i believe in a transformation of the world and a healing that would achieve social justice. these dreams are come to grief when sarah was 10 and my friend was murdered by the black panthers party. in progressive. the political community who's cause was social justice. so which i had devoted my activist life, now protected the murdered and posed a danger to my family and myself. the collapse of my political

faith which was also my moral come pus set off the personal crisis and several years later my marriage collapse as well. when you moved out of the of the house, sarah was fed, her younger sister told me later. she didn't have much anger of the divorce. she was much more understanding and grown up about it than i. i was mad. brother ben agreeded. sarah was a lot more mature. she was determined we didn't understand the whole story. her attitude was don't jump to all kinds of conclusions. you need to understand him first. dad needs you to be nice to him. i great for this generosity from my loss child, although there's no way to thank her now. the collapse of my political faith through me into my depression of the life work i had devoted to the progressive pause.

my greatest passion was to say other young progressives like me from the same disallusion of faith. this led to a scene with my daughter which i will regret until my last breath but which i was able to retrieve in her life time. i come to los angeles and taken the family to dinner at a local restaurant, seating myself opposite of my children with sarah to my right. for some reason during the conversation i began talking about the danger of anti-war movement, who's purpose in my view was to disarm democracies and encourage their enemies. i did not contact this enindictment to any special parties or activities of my children. sarah was a participate in peace causes, as we all understood. even if she had not, i should not be vented abstract

opinions. in this people, i was unable to think without passions rising that were near ferocious. it was unanimous by the still pressed pain from my friends murder and advocate for social causes all my life. the additional factor from my fear since the worse of losing authority with my children and worse their affection. i did not want my children to become pray to the same elusions that had once ensnared me. but these were hardly excuses for the emotions that spilled into the dinner conversation. they went on with my attack. the assault continues until the moment that i became aware of the expression on daughter's face. sarah had been silent, hardly noticed as i barreled ahead. all of sudden her features came

into my view with an excruciating clarity. i saw her eyes had grown red and liquid and her face was an immense weight was pressing down on her. her expression was one of such need and suffering that the distress of it has never left me. seeing my daughter's unhappiness, knowing i was its cause brought me up short. i stopped my harangue and caused to collect myself. then in a voice worse with shame, i attempted to turn the conversation away from it's contention themes and fell into silence. even then i knew i should have done more. i should have attempted to do undone directly what i have done. i was unable to do so. trapped in an emotional paralysis which was born of the grief that had been dominant

feature of myself. i was unable to retreat from the words i had uttered without feelings of self-betrayal. but the same time, i hated the sight of my daughter in pain or the realizization that i was it's author. as the conversation shifted to other voices, i hid in my silence and thoughts who is this angry person? what short of individual would do this to his child? for the next 20 years while i was still privileged to have her in my life, i carried the shame of that moment with me. whatever i recollected it, i felt the same helpless misery and guilt. and worked as best as i could to make it up to her. from that day to her last, whatever conflicts we had, i never again allowed myself to indulge such bitterness or to be so blind to her feel lings of belief. i never did another thing to reduce her to tears or to inflict such pain.

yet, i can never forget that i did. over the 20 years that followed, i built a relationship with sarah across our differences that was quite close. we shared a common interest in the survival of the jewish people in the middle east and how threatened with the second holocaust. powerful neighboring armies and states. we shared at the deepest level the common view of the human predictment and even of social justice. and why should that be surprising since she was my daughter? and of all of my children, the one who read my writings most carefully and took them most to heart. sarah explained her involvement in the social causes this way. when i was growing up my father was devote markist. my mother volunteered in the schools and noticed that many of the children were coming to school hungry. so my father helped the black panthers party with the

preschool breakfast program. this left me with a twofold legacy. i have always felt driven to pursue justice, but i am weary of the ideology and partisan politics. sarah described the commitment to social causes. while i came good at argues against the death penalty, i realize there was a deeper spiritual foundation for my opposition. i realize that what i really wanted to say, it's bad for the soul of the nation. and there's no real traditional political language for that, the collective soul. at some point i read an amazing sermon by martin luther king. basically, he said. don't get on the bus. because you still have to live with these people. i kind of realized that was the

sort of political action that i wanted to be a part of. i wanted to recognize the dignity of living. sarah and i did finally have one final clarification over these issues. or rather i did, since by then she was gone. i had written a book of reflections called the end of time, which was not a political book, but it envy against the illusions that had possessed my youth. did so in terms that were uncompromising and that instruct at my father's face. what i had learned through the most painful experiences of my life, i wrote, was to pay attention to the differences. it was a lesson at odds with the moral teachings that have come down to us across the millennium. all of prophet.

we are one, high and low, strong and weak, we are all incarnations of the same divine spirit. underneath our skins, all are akin. do we really regard ourself with one as rapist and murders, or should we? many try to believe it. i feel no kinship of those who can cut short a human life without remorse. or with terrorists who target the innocent. or with adults who tour meant small children for the swale thrill. i suspect no decent soul does either? in writing these words, i failed to take into account what sayre had had said about these issues or to appreciate their debts. it was a milder verse of what had occurred 20 years before. but time she was able to defend herself and did. on the back of the particular

page of the manuscript i had sent to her with the handwritten comments. first have a little humility. you are not smarter than moses, jesus and buddha. you praise jesus politicalness when it was convenient. she was referring to jesus the man of peace to mohammed the war on the conqueror on the nonbelievers. but you have no respect how jesus got there. this is a serious practice for me. it's about seeing people in the fullness of their humanity. they are not just child molest tours, rapest, adulterer. how easy it is to pat yourself on the back for not being a child molesters. if you have no desire for something in the first place, resisting it is no problem. she went on. back to the practice. if you see someone in the

fullness of their humanity, you see how they are acting out their own confusion and suffering. this does not justify hurtful or evil acts. it doesn't even always inspire forgetness. but if you are see someone this way, you respond more in sadness than in anger. and that is simply a more excellent state of being. even if you've never had the experience and pity, respect the experience of those who have. i'm not talking about an idea either. this is a full bodied understanding of another person. this practice is, in fact, transformed all of my relationships, including ours, by the way. for some reason, she never sent me these comments or if she did, i failed again to understand them. i wish now that i had. i wish i could tell her that i agree with her we achieved a

more excellent state of being when we see ourself in others. i wish i could tell her how much i regret the fact that anger from my wombs that i vented through my weakness was the cause of many of her silences and about anguish which i can only guess and how sorry i am for that. i wish i could tell her how moved i am or the example she set and by what she was able to accomplish in a brief time given to her. i wish i could thank her for the affirmations of the father that i found in the writings i left behind. i wish i could tell her how much i miss her. death is brutal. it has not respect for persons. there are no reprieves and there is no justice in it's works. after years of struggle, sarah life was finally on the urge of becoming easier. she had worked for more than a

deck decade to get a maxers degree for a teaching position. she worked a day job while going to school day and back. now the bus rides were behind her. her economic circumstances were improving as well. her maternal grandmother and barr -- barbara left her money. with this security, she was planning new travels to serve people in need around the world. i do not really know how -- why we all forget about the prediction of an early death for turner syndrome children. perhaps it was because sarah had so much life right to the end. when death takes someone you love, you are left with a hole in your heart that will never be filled. and a well of pain that will never be emptied.

how are you? her mother asked three months after she was gone? how with resuppose to live with this? indeed. i can take a small fraction in the death victory over my daughter remained indeplete. for those she has gone, she has left me this gift. when i see a homeless person on the street, i think of sarah and my heart opens. if there is a criminal shut behind bars, i force myself to remember her compassion and a sadness shades my anger. if there was a child in need, i think of my daughter in the mud floor hut administering to the children of the tribe. and my heart goes out to them. these images and their influence are an incarnation of her life after life. her rolling of the soul.

her gilgold. whenever i think of sarah, tears well in my eyes. then i am overwhelmed by the terrible sorrow and finally in this, we are one. a year after we buried my daughter, we returned to the cemetery to unvail her head stone. her friend emily had come down from the state of washington to sing the prayer for the dead and the psalm of david. she had read a recording with the psalm and music and arranged it as a memorial. she called it sarah laughed. just before she sent copies to the congregation with a note. my best and oldest friend, sarah horowitz died unexpected in march. we buried her on my birthday.

i always associated my birthday with the festival, now it would be sarah's yard sight. the title of this recording sarah laughed is from which god tells sarah she will have a son. hearing this, sarah laughs. she laughs in the face of heaven. in the face of adversity, end in the face of propriety. her sense of human is one the ways sarah was remembered. she did the physically impossible. it was a terrific backer to boot. the life of sarah, because her legacy so over shadows her. her mourners are so comforted by her life and by the memory of her laughter. emily explained they were from

the psalm of david. god, what is man that you should know him. the son of mortality that you should consider him. his days are like after passing shadow. the legacy which must overshadow my grief. you have been told what is good, to do justty and love compassion and walk modestly. sarah had done all of those things. our legally is the only thing we can leave our mourners. we have to work to be assured it is a comforting one. on the road of the cemetery, they cast a rainbow and cleared as swiftly as it had come.

it was sharper than the year before and the sky continued it's alternation. now gray overcast and blue. the springheads turned to the normal cycle. my daughter was set where we had put her in the earth. it was draped in a purple shawl that emily had provided which had been woven. she was given mountains to climb, which she did. lifting all of the hearts she touched. thank you. [applause]

>> well, if there are questions, i will answer them. [inaudible conversation] >> i'll look at that. the question was that in my book it was clear that i had asked sarah questions about scripture. and what impact that had on me and i guess basically what my religious view is. yeah, it was one of the great pleasures of the last 10 years of sarah's life that i

understand that i knew what she was talking about. she was a very avid when it came to judaism and of course other things. she was a very avid student of judaism. one of our conversations, which i didn't go into was about the concept of [inaudible] because it was concept which is the one that i make war against if you will. which is that the whole world can be humanned by human being. of course it's the route of the islamic war against the west, the idea that if you convert everybody to islam, the world would be a holy place. no, it won't. of course, the first chapters of genesis tell us why. we were given paradise in the garden of eden, and we showed we

couldn't handle it. there was only one thing to stay in paradise, well, you have to not do is to want to taste evil. it's the knowledge of the good and evil. and to know evil is to participate in evil. and that was too much for us. and why? because wen'ted to be add -- wanted to be as god. it's all in the first whatever it is 6-18 chapters of genesis or versus. so you can see i'm not a biblical scholar. the desire to be as gods and review the world, that's what progressive/radicalism is about. and the kay boll will, the idea that you by uniting the define sparks which are in the world with the god head, my treating

it as holy, you heal the whole world. and i never -- i was so enveloped in my conflicts that came out of my own -- had my criminate to radical -- radicalism. that i often didn't hear from sarah was saying. what she was trying to tell me me -- because, you know, you remember everything. it's like when you're in an argument with somebody and you remember the good arguments afterwards. it's the same with your conversation when you can't have them anymore. and there have been a tradition, the jews were beset by some delusional radicals. actually, we get the word sell

et from a sect of jews, which had to really bad to take on the roman empire. that's why almost all of the problems that jews had is being minorities in places and having their little country attack and took on the roman empire. palestine is a roman world after they destroyed their temple and went to the four corners of the earth. they named their homeland, the west bank, jew -- judaea, they named it after their enemies, the philistines, who were sailers with read hair.

there were many false messiah. he converted. all of the jewish communities, he lived in the middle east, but eastern europe, half of the jews were following this messiah. then he went to convert, just to show you how nothing really changes, to convert the sultan in turkey, the head of islam. and the sultan said convert or we'll behead you. and he converted. this was an unbelievable with tragedy for the jews. so the rabbis developed the concept of it was called hurrying the messiah.

that human beings cannot make the messiah come more quickly. and of course that again is what -- that's what radicalism is about. making the messiah, expect that they think of themselves as the messiah. so it's -- and sarah also -- i could go through many things. but these are the kind of consideration that we had. -- conversation that we had. my own views are expressed pretty clearly in the end of time. i aming a a nossic. it's a mystery to me. i a tremendous respect for the religious vision. one the things i describe in the back was the christopher was a friend of mine. but i think that his book "god is not great" is a very shallow

book. it's apper repressible read. christopher is a wonderful writer. and very intelligent man. but does not grasp the religious sensibility at all. and sarah and i shared this view over christopher which we described at the end of "a cracking of the heart." i'm just basically agnostic, to be a believer, you have to be touched in some way. it's possible that i spend so many years in a false religion that i've developed such a thick skin that i can't be touched. or it's possible that believers are wrong. it doesn't really matter. it's what sarah said about politics. oh, i don't -- maybe i didn't

quote that. but it's the way you do politics that's impossible. it's the spirit that you bring to it. it's not god tells you to vote for a particular party. and you if can be enviewed with a religious spirit, that's of course tolerant. very, very important and compassionate. there were mentions of experience that opened up to you that are closed. and they are closed to others. of course, the one thing that i want to say about christopher's book and the movement is atheism is a religion. it's a very dangerous one. if it's carried out with zealously. i mean, this is to me what the pleasure i'm in. i'm reading now marcus ray

release with the roman empire. this is why we are conservatives. we understand that it's human nature that keeps things pretty much the same. technology, innovations and technology give us the elusion that things change. but they don't. >> david, how on earth did you manage to go through the campaign year with sarah supporting clearly, she must have supported barack obama? >> that was easy. sarah got very excited about obama in the early parts of the campaign. if you remember what obama was saying in the campaign, if you believed his words, it was not hard to get excited.

we're not red states or blue states, we're the united states. i actually just came, last night i was at santa barbara. carl rove gave this brilliant speech. i had forgetten all of the things that had said. sarah was particularly inspired as many americans and lots of conservatives, i think 20% of his vote came from people who described themselves as conservative. by the idea change and hope by the fact that here was a african-american which is going to be the first african-american who might be president. and sarah, she went through iowa actually. she was limping very badly.