No need to rehash that morning. My life didn’t not, thankfully, include the death of anyone near to me. I will leave that to those who, in my mind, have earned the right to say something, because they lost something.
I have been trying to ignore most of it, because our tendency to wallow and self indulge is so smarmy and fake it dilutes the meaning of everything, including Sept 11. I was doing fine until I came to work when I was reminded that the courtyard is closed because one of the other tenants in my building is Marsh & McLennan. I took a photo and was prepared to say something snarky about are they the victims or the perpetrators of this crime, and so one. Then I listened for a minute and went to their website to check how to spell the name of the company. I can say it was rough to see a black page with names on it. I changed my mind. I will rail against all this another day and today I will think of the family torn apart by this mess. I will feel pity for some of them for being unwitting cogs in this machine, for dieing for the lies of the elite. I will wrap tefillin and think of them and their souls. No, make that I will think of them and the ones the left behind, because death might be a bit easier than having to mourn.
While other fight, pontificate, build, say meaningless things, wave flags, blah blah blah. I will choose to remember meagerly towards the sky.
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