Abraham and Lot

" When tall trees grow in close proximity no bright sunshine reaches them through their boughs; they are in each other's way, are soon crippled, and wither lamentably together.
" This land is rather small to hold us both, there is a water shortage in the well, too near are the thresholds of our doors, too near, too near the walls of our abodes.
" Gradually our peace will vanish, quite frequently our households get into a quarrel; and better off we will be when gone apart.
" Also in our parted state God will be with us " . — And so they parted without hate, northbound Abraham and southward Lot.
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David Kenigsberg
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