I know, I know, I'm not blogging. But I'm just thinking here, not blogging. It struck me last night that the Jerusalem-obsessed apartment-builders who risk ruining Israel's relations with its main benefactor and protector have got the sequencing wrong. It's widely-assumed, for good reason, that neighborhoods like Ramat Shlomo -- that is to say, thickly-populated Jewish neighborhoods built over the green line -- would be included inside Israel's borders in a final status deal, in exchange for land currently under Israeli control. Once the permanent borders are demarcated, Israel will be able to build in these neighborhoods whatever it wants: Skyscrapers, ski slopes, marinas, horse stables, international airports, Wal-Marts (God forbid) and no one will have the right to complain. And, by the way, permanent borders will help save Israel from dissolution. Right now, Israel's impermanent borders suggest a general impermanence to the whole let's-rebuild-the-Jewish-state-after-two-thousand-years-of-exile project we've got going on over there.