As i travel to Israel i am finding very little peace on board this ship. Outside on deck they are hammering and grinding, inside at the lounge there are televisions playing different stations and two radios playing different music and, in the halls, more music. So, i keep returning to the cabin for quiet. I have a room-mate but he is staying out of the room for the most part. Andeus from Switzerland. We had a good talk last night. He talked of existence in the world and I talked of life.
The journey is to take two and a half days but, in truth, does it matter how many days it will take? Can i / do i want / need the ship to go faster? Is it not in my time that things are to be accomplished but it is in my Fathers; my Father is not concerned with time, for time exists not in eternity.