Searching for the Meaning of Life with Jeff Pulver

I set out, one balmy September afternoon, to search for the meaning of life. With my buddy Jeff Pulver. He suggested we look in Neve Tsedek, an old and mysterious part of Tel Aviv.

The fruit stand beckoned, but somehow we resisted.

We saw a light. But was it “the light”? We walked on.

There were cryptic profiles on the walls. Were they there for a meaning?

We rounded a bend

Answered a smile with a smile

There were cracks in everything.

We toyed with circles and numerology

Witnessed the words of the prophets

Cryptic messages were abundant.

Finally, a clue

A couple looked like they were in the know.

But we’ll never know.

Toppings beckoned. We topped up.

Finally, a sign!

We continued. Suddenly someone was giving us the eye. Were we being followed?

The walls had secrets.

Dots to be connected

Was the writing on the wall?

Jeff rode off into the sunset.

And I had coffee with Marta.