I love my country. I grew up in it. I walked its paths. I drove on its roads. I visited the many historical places of my people, located there. I am proud of its achievements.

I love my people. I was born one of them. I contributed to their progress. We are an ancient nation with a unique history, which managed to stand out from its neighbors. The variety of Nobel prizes we’ve received speaks for itself.

I love my culture. It is based on ancient traditions and combines new customs. I love the traditional holidays with the family. Sometimes also the fine argumentation found in some Talmudic pages.

All the above does not in any way change the fact that no alien created the human female from the rib of the human male. All the above will not retrospectively cause a flood to cover Mount Everest, or books to come from the sky.