When seeing is ALMOST believing...
All too often, during, or immediately after someone visits Israel, one will hear that individual say something to the extent of:
Israel is such a special place. I feel such a connection to my roots / Jewish identity / People / G-d that is possible nowhere else in the world.
This is hardly surprising, for a number of reasons, but the most obvious one being that Israel is in fact the place in the world where a Jew can feel most connected to his roots / Jewish identity / People / G-d.
The fact that people come to this conclusion while visiting Israel is also hardly surprising, as the Talmud teaches us, that "the very air of Israel makes a person wise".
So, for the life of me, what I have a hard time figuring out, is what happens?
How can it be, that these Jews, who clearly felt something very special while in Israel - felt alive as a Jew in ways not possible anywhere else - are able to return to their lives outside of Israel and continue living as if nothing had changed?
Is it not being a tad bit intellectually / spiritually dishonest to do so, when one knows full well, from their very own experience, that they can't actualize their full Jewish potential anywhere but in Israel?
I am well aware of the challenges involved both in living in Israel, as well as the process of making Aliyah, but are these challenges truly so daunting today (as compared to previous generations), that one is able to convince themselves that the light that they thought they saw while in Israel is nothing more than an optical illusion, or if not, an elusive pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, which in spite of any efforts they'll make, they will never be able to attain it?
If not for the fact that these sentiments were expressed so often, and by well intentioned, honest and sincere Jews, I wouldn't be so vexed by this phenomenon.
Anyone have any insights into this perplexing Jewish paradox?