Gil Mildar
As the song says, a Latin American with no money in his pocket.

Pascal’s Wager

On a rainy and cold November afternoon, Kibbutz Maoz Haim wraps itself in an introspective mantle, shaded by the gray tones of the sky. The persistent and delicate raindrops fall like a liquid serenade, touching the earth and awakening the scent of fertile soil and wet leaves. The subtle and companionable cold embraces the landscape, inviting a reflective withdrawal.

The trees of the kibbutz, stripped of their summer leaves, stand majestically, their bare branches drawing complex patterns against the gray backdrop. The wind, whispering tales of past generations, blows cold and biting, carrying memory and resilience.

Walking alongside Caju, my friend and partner in this journey, through the wetlands of the kibbutz, I reflect on a lecture I recently heard. The discussion on Pascal’s Wager, the mathematical bet on the existence of God, resonates in my mind. As an atheist, I see flaws in this logic. For me, faith transcends calculations and probabilities. Its absence in my life is not a loss but a different path of existence, a journey of freedom and discovery.

The precious right of freedom of expression is a fundamental pillar. It allows the exploration of our beliefs and doubts, deepening our understanding of ourselves and the world. In this journey of not knowing, where certainties are rare, there is a singular beauty. Humility in the face of the unknown propels us to seek knowledge and understanding. In this kibbutz, under the rain mantle, I find serenity in the ongoing search for answers in a world full of questions. It is in this tireless pursuit that our most incredible adventure reveals itself.

Poor are those who possess certainty in everything and know what is good or bad. Friedrich Nietzsche, a philosopher who criticized the rigidity of religious beliefs and the absolute perception of truth, echoes my thoughts. He argued that religion, with its immutable truths, limited human freedom and hindered the exploration of life. For him, truth is subjective, shaped by individual experiences and perspectives, opposing the absolute certainties promoted by religion.

In this setting, where rain and reflection intertwine, I realize that Pascal’s Wager and Nietzsche’s views are two sides of the same coin. Both challenge certainties and invite us to explore the depths of our existence. Recognizing that true wisdom may lie in the ability to embrace the unknown, to question certainties, and to delight in the infinite journey of learning and self-discovery, I continue my walk with Caju, each step a reflection, each raindrop a question about the vast and mysterious world around us.

Happy Hanukkah

About the Author
As a Brazilian, Jewish, and humanist writer, I embody a rich cultural blend that influences my worldview and actions. Six years ago, I made the significant decision to move to Israel, a journey that not only connects me to my ancestral roots but also positions me as an active participant in an ongoing dialogue between the past, present, and future. My Latin American heritage and life in Israel have instilled a deep commitment to diversity, inclusion, and justice. Through my writing, I delve into themes of authoritarianism, memory, and resistance, aiming not just to reflect on history but to actively contribute to the shaping of a more just and equitable future. My work is an invitation for reflection and action, aspiring to advance human dignity above all.
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