I’m writing this post about 3 weeks later, but it’s still worthwhile.
The day passed quietly and internally, like I’m sure it did for many others. We go about our business but there’s something much deeper going on in our spirits — it’s the feeling that nothing lasts forever, nothing is for sure and nobody is truly safe.
September 11 has been the most sobering wake-up call for the USA. We are not the invincible bad asses of the world. There are people who hate us, that we may have pissed off in the past (and, when combined with religious zealotry, produces hell on Earth).
I just want to say, quietly, the September 11th means has a lot of pain and meaning for me, and many others.