Makir

Much can be said of Makir Alebsaalem, son of Manasseh and Joseph, conqeror of Gilead and Bashan. Much can be said of his life and his accomplishments, his victories and trials. Much can be said of his days, wisdom and knowledge. And yet, not much can be said of the man himself.

The face of the conqueror, such as Alexander, is known to the people he conquers, yet the face of he who is known as Makir, like so many others, like Nero and Bonaparte and Caesar and such beings, the personal and intimate face, is largely unknown.

They say he had the touch of God, as he came down from the mountain of Sinai, with an air of authority and new understanding. Where the commandments themselves were broken so that humankind only hast known but half. What of those other ten then, that we do not know? What great cosmic secret must lie asleep in those words broken in anger.

They say as the agony of Christ echoed about the gardens of Gethesmane, as the blood of the divine son touched the stones of the ground, new seeds sprung up unaware to the minds and eyes of those looking on.

Such then, does Makir's thoughts, the great conquerors thoughts echo in his actions? Can we truly say we know the man by his actions? Can we truly blame Caiaphas for the blame, Judas for the betrayal, can we truly say we look upon the face of Makir, father of Gilead and savior of his people of the sands, just by his accomplishments?

No, we will never truly know the man who does great things in history, we will only know him what by his deeds and actions. We will never truly know what had happened in their minds, their enlightened thoughts, we will never know how truly purposed Makir was, how truly sorry Judas felt.