I have nothing wise to say about September 11, 2001. My only thought this weekend has been: I didn't understand what was going on that day, and I think I still don't.
Certainly I have seen the footage eighty million times. I've read and heard stories. I understand logically and intellectually what happened. Because my personality tends to want to turn away from unpleasantness, head in the sand, I have probably consumed more of that media than I should...with the thought that I needed to understand and accept it.
It's not working.
It's as if someone told me that a group of people were suddenly able to fly through the sky by wishing that they could. My mind can't grasp it.
It's inconceivable. Utterly inconceivable.
I know. "You keep using that word. I don't think it means what you think it means."
