Paul McCartney has always been my idol. When I was 12, I plastered my cupboards with every photo of him that the E.P. Herald could supply. Just over a decade later, a Paul McCartney lookalike knocked on my door in Jerusalem, wanting to take me out for dinner. I fell in love with Martin before his “Hello.”I still adore the handsomest Beatle, despite the aging voice and skin, but little did I dream that Sir Paul would one day actually, physically, concretely change my life. Yet a couple of weeks ago, on my 57th birthday as I repeated my mantra – “What a privilege to grow old, but what a pain to lose one’s 20/20 vision” – I finally decided to listen to my brothers and Google “Paul McCartney: Eye Yoga.” As promised, four days after following the two-minute, twice-a-day program, I could read from the newspaper without glasses; two weeks down the line, I can focus on phone texts and type a reply – all by myself. Try it for yourselves – it’s a miraculous thing. Oh, and while you’re on the site, take a look at “Paul tells an interesting joke.” It sure is… ummm… interesting. And laugh-out-loud funny.Now, I’m not sure that literally seeing better has anything to do with metaphorically seeing things in a different light, but in the run-up to the awesome “Yamim” (days) we are now negotiating – Holocaust Remembrance Day, Remembrance Day for the Fallen of Israel’s Wars, and Independence Day – I’ve been mulling over one specific line from The Merchant of Venice. It comes when Shylock, devastated by his daughter’s defection to marry a Christian, wails: “The curse never came upon my nation till now.” Jessica is gone, taking with her much of her father’s gold and a stash of his ducats, and Antonio, who owes him a small fortune, has been declared bankrupt. To Shylock, it appears that the pain of the entire Jewish people throughout the ages is dwarfed by his current misery; thus the hyperbolic groan.