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Self-portrait: Backyard, originally uploaded by hereinvannuys.

I watched the latest episode of HBO’s “Entourage” with more than casual interest because they wrote about Yom Kippur, Hollywood, money, faith, and missed communications.

Entourage is all about how people don’t communicate and just suppose that they can understand what other people are thinking. There is Vince imagining that his new girlfriend and agent is somehow dragging her feet in getting him a new movie; there is the girlfriend angry and hurt that her boyfriend and client is still in bed, so to speak, with his former agent, Ari. There is Ari, who cannot be still or spiritual for one minute, even on the day of atonement, because he imagines he will lose out if he doesn’t keep running.

I wish that “Entourage” like “Desperate Housewives” were patent fantasy and implausible. But it is so on the mark in its exposure of vulnerabilities, fear, ego and feelings, that it almost a documentary of modern Hollywood.

As a non-believer, in both God and the afterlife, I sometimes find myself wonderfully moved by what I hear on the pulpit. I wonder where I measure up in the scheme of this mad city.

“The wise man is in his smallest actions great: the fool is in his greatest actions small”…..as seen this week in “Entourage”.