Three years and a day later, we can still see three planes hitting the buildings and hear the crash of the other into a Pennsylvania field.
Three years and a day later, we can still feel the rumble of megatons of metal, glass, and concrete muffling the screams of thousands as they all join in smoking dust.
Three years and a day later, neither the souls of those who died nor the souls of those who drag their lives along without their loves are uplifted. For upon the deaths and wounds and scars of that day we have but heaped many thousands more. More of us . . . there is no "them" in this. Nor is there innocence or guilt. It is all wrong - every last bullet, rocket, bomb, ambulance howl, and funeral sob. "Thou shall not kill" means "I shall not kill." . . . [more]
Be at peace
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