when brothers dwell in unity!
It is like the precious oil upon the head,
running down upon the beard,
upon the beard of Aaron,
running down on the collar of his robes!
It is like the dew of Hermon,
which falls on the mountains of Zion!
For there the LORD has commanded the blessing,
life for evermore.
The Independent tells the story of 'The last two Jews of Kabul' who live on less that friendly terms with one other.
For years the feud was so bad that the temple was divided by a curtain so the pair didn't have to see each other during worship.
(This unfortunate story reminds me of the wisecrack about the Dutch - One Dutchman and you have a theologian, two Dutchman and you have an argument, three Dutchmen and you have a schism...)