Saturday, September 12, 2015

9.11.15 I'm thinking about 9.11. All the all the people

I'm thinking about 9.11. 
I'm thinking about all the overt and covert terrorist attacks and government over turns and murders our government has perpetuated all over the world, and in this nation.
I'm thinking that that's the way of it, with humans, with accumulation of wealth, property, hierarchies and power.
I'm thinking of all the places in the world that have sustained horrible attacks and genocide, which the United States barely, or never responded to. And I'm not talking money; but rather the simple and yet profound condolences we received from nations and people all across the globe after 9/11.
But those other places and people not being important enough for us to send our grieved regards.
I'm thinking about "terror" attacks on so many people here, and in other nation. By the likes of Timothy McVeigh, by others.
This propulsion to annihilate others. To destroy lives. To injure and maim. To make a big noise.
And then I'm thinking of all the tragedies that surround 9/11, the plane in the air and all of those moments ! Those lives. The Pentagon . The twin towers . All those experiences!
The reams of first responders, residents, and others who sustained life ending or life altering illnesses, which our government dutifully did the best it could to avoid helping with.
All the all the people, lost, in the twin towers.
All the people sick and suffering, after having put themselves out to see what could be done at ground zero.
Where each of us was , when we heard of the FIRST plane. Who ever imagined there would be two ? That the miracle of enormous buildings would simply collapse upon themselves. , like the very worst nightmare.
I'm thinking about the lives of those here, who knew and loved and needed those gone from them now, all these years , and more. Children and friends and parents and siblings and coworkers and fellow firefighters and officers and first responders and neighborhoods. Oh.
And then back again, to all the villages and towns and cities our nation has overtly or covertly slaughtered, so often in the name of oil, and profit, and global dominance .
Sometimes, a life time is such a short moment for humans and all other living things.
Sometimes, a life time is longer, and then brought to an end so rapidly .
It seems the essence of immortality lives in both something happening, and those who are moved and changed by it.
My prayers are with the moving, and the changing.

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