i don't want to dwell on it because it is all that will be on the news, nationwide, and, in some ways rightfully so, for weeks to come. but i don't want to make light of at least ten thousand (and i'm thinking more like twice that) people dead in about an hour. surely most of them, if not all, innocent victims.
but i think we need to help the physically affected and their relatives with problems caused and not worry so much about "hunting" anyone "down". i realize doing so could solidify political approval ratings and would probably be construed as justice by the majority of the states. but let's not make americans' lives worth more than people from the middle east, just because we assume that's where the attacks were planned. [i hate to draw attention to a movie like 'fight club', but americans doing this seems more feasible to me than anything else.] we've lost enough life today i think. and hunting those responsible would only make me feel worse about this. and it will not put fear in potential future terrorists. they are obviously ready to die.
let's take care of the wounded, the dead, the dying, and the relatives. let's heighten security, be thankful it was as limited as it was, even though there are men on the streets a literal mile from my house with combat weapons over their shoulders guarding a military base. be thankful it was as limited as it was, even though my dad was supposed to be in the pentagon this morning. i only hope we take care of people, learn from this, and try to move on without revenge.
to think i've only seen the trade towers once in real life, and it was about ten months ago. they were tall. and i've only seen the pentagon once as well.
i fear empathy, thankfulness, calmness, and peace will cease to exist for the next few days. weeks..
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"am i headed for the same brick wall, is there anything i can do, about anything at all? except go back to that corner in Manhattan, and dig deeper, dig deeper this time; down beneath the impossible pain of our history, beneath unknown bones, beneath the bedrock of the mystery, beneath the sewage systems and the path drain, beneath the cobblestones and the water mains, beneath the traffic of friendships and street deals, beneath the screeching of kamikaze cab wheels, beneath everything i can think of to think about, beneath it all, beneath all get out, beneath the good and the kind and the stupid and the cruel, there's a fire just waiting for fuel. there's a fire just waiting for fuel, there's a fire just waiting for fuel, there's a fire just waiting for fuel, there's a fire just waiting for fuel, there's a fire just waiting for fuel, there's a fire just waiting for fuel, there's a fire just waiting for fuel, there's a fire just waiting for fuel, there's a fire just waiting for fuel, there's a fire just waiting for fuel, there's a fire just waiting for fuel, there's a fire just waiting for fuel, there's a fire just waiting for fuel.." -ani
nothing to say.