It is not just the winter and its cold greyness that brings us down and mutes our voices: It is also not a sense of economic foreboding, as we realize - we have to realize - that the mega-bubble we’re in, with its disorienting disconnect between the rich and the rest, is nearing its end of days. If it was just that we would be somewhat relieved: the death of a lie always brings a tingly sense of liberation.

But we are not relieved at all. We experience a civilization-wide, general malaise; an epidemic of colorless, odorless, soundless joylessness; A new Middle Ages.

It is a sad, dark new Middle Ages that Israel is allowed to force upon the rest of humanity through its integration into the white, American colonial system. This is a big part of why we feel like life's energy has stalled and slowed to a bare minimum, making everything, everywhere, much less meaningful and enjoyable.

It is a winter of the heart and mind, not just a winter of the body.

The open license for murder, sadism, and sociopathy given to Israel by the West weighs down on all of us, and we're never without it wherever we are and whatever we do. We are connected, and the pain of the people of the Middle East - those the West granted Israel a license and the means to destroy - causes our breathing to be shallow and laborious. Nothing tastes or sounds as good as it once did; all is tainted, almost visibly bloodied, like a real-life horror movie.

We'll only become fully alive again, as a species, when Zionism is defeated. And I believe its days are numbered. Perhaps even literally so.

Alon Mizrahi