Following Jacob's feet through the scrub of the new Sinai (as the Orthodox Monks of Alamogordo cheerfully call their new home) Left, the Pyramids, and the Memorial Stone marking the Read Sea Incident (yes, that is a misspelling on the marker) Right, to Jerusalem. Constantinople. Moscow. The North Pole.     So it was that, carrying only the bee-television and my own thoughts, I walked out into the desert.