On September 11, 2001, a few people did a horrible thing. On September 11, 2001, a whole lot of people died because of it. On September 11, 2001, millions more people...100's of millions more people, had to sort out in their minds all the "why's" and "what's" of what happened.
On September 11, 2009 those 100's of millions of people are still trying to sort it out. Still trying to make sense of it. Trying to make sense out of what seems to make so little sense at all.
I'm not qualified to comment on the socio-political or the socio-economic reasons behind what happened. And I'm not about to get into what religious ethos are struggling against each other here...I'm not interested...not the least little iota.
On September 11, 2001 a few people terrorised...struck fear...into 100's of millions of others. On September 11, 2001, those 100's of millions were frozen in their tracks trying to absorb what happened...for about a millisecond, then when those 100's of millions saw that a few of their number were in danger, they forgot their own presumed danger and rushed to help the others. Some of the rescuers died too.
I do my best to remember, that they didn't die to preserve my freedom. Just as our soldiers (from Iraq all the way back through Vietnam, WWII, WWI to The Revolutionary War) didn't really die for our freedom. They fight and die because they understand that their own liberties are at stake, and that they are worth dying for. We all should have that kind of conviction.
Think about what's valuable to your life. Then remember those that fell because they felt the same way.
I refuse to honor those that did the damage by remembering what they did. I prefer to honor those that ran into the heart of the fire because; immediately, inherently and instinctively they knew it was the right thing to do.
Here's to everyone who does something worth while with no thought to the danger it puts them in, just knowing it needs to be done. May there always be people like that.
And fuck the one's who don't.