On: Israel crosses the Litani River in Lebanon: What it means and why it matters

Another river crossed. Another line drawn. Another victory declared. The Prime Minister speaks of advancing further, yet I see only deeper entanglement. The harder they push, the more resistance they create. The more territory they claim, the more ground they must defend.

Water does not seek to conquer the mountain - it flows around it, wearing it down over centuries without effort. These armies cross rivers as if crossing a line will solve something, yet the river itself pays no mind to their markings. It continues to flow, as all things do.

The truce is nominal, they say. How can peace be nominal? Either there is peace, or there is not. To call it nominal is to admit it does not exist. They cross rivers while speaking of ceasefires - this is the confusion of names. When the name and the reality do not match, disorder follows.

I think of the usefulness of emptiness. The space between armies, the silence between threats - this is where understanding might grow. But they fill every gap with movement, every silence with declaration. The more they act, the less they accomplish.

The hard breaks. The soft endures. They cross the river today, but the river will still be there long after their reasons have washed away.