Taliban, Taliban?

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In my terrorism class, I often found myself flashing back to ninth grade English, when we discussed the Romantic philosophical movement. It generally consisted of young men, going off into the woods, becoming ascetic, writing poetry about blue roses (it's possible I'm making that bit up) and generally seeking all the answers from a wacky guru in

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Huh. That's so interesting. It's nice that the guru in Taiwan didn't put on a show, but just gave his honest advice, even though it disappointed the travelers who were seeking magic. It really makes you think, you don't need to go half way around the world to find what you're looking for.

One summer I worked at a sleepover camp near home in NH. That summer, I was close with this one Israeli counselor. He explored Brookline NH as if it was some foreign treasure trove, and I found myself appreciating it with new eyes. I felt like a tourist in my own backyard.