Thus the sum of things is ever being reviewed, and mortals dependent one upon another. Some nations increase, others diminish, and in a short space the generations of living creatures are changed and like runners pass on the torch of life.
I would love to live here.
This is what Tiberias looks like when you are having a dance party on the Sea of Galilee, only a bit more fuzzy after a few Cape Cods with Sprite.
