have this habit of visiting graveyard.there are times when one just want to take a break and don't particularly want to sit amongst strangers in a confined space on a round stool, waiting for your reheated, precooked lunch, under a punishing air conditioner.
taking a walk in a nearby graveyard with a sandwich in hand is actually quite a pleasant experience.
there are countless stories behind every tombstone. Though knowing nothing about how the passed away has lived his or her life, but if you let your imagination flows, and by looking at the engravings, the date when the tomb was set, the workmanship on the stone...you can pretty much conjure up some kind of story which is self entertaining.
but when you see a Memorial of Moses...well, that's an entirely different matter.
regardless of whether you are a religious person, anyone with a fair amount of education will learn of who Moses was.
while AN knows the story quite well, DH has no idea that Mount Nebu was the place where Moses spent his last day, after he was led to see the promised land...
Moses has been wandering in the wilderness for 40 years...
....40 years....a very long time and a very long journey....
while thinking of this, suddenly everything became mute, and was just pondering what was on his mind...
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