Yesterday, I had no pithy comments. Or any other words in general.
It’s not that I don’t have a “Where were you when …” story or didn’t think of the thousands of people who died directly or indirectly in that attack. Quite the opposite. I consider my view on 9-11 unorthodox in the American paradigm. Then I think about how the arguments that arise from my point of view only dissuades any of us in the discussion about the other 9/11s that happen around the world. For some countries, 3000 deaths is relatively commonplace, explosions prevalent, gunpowder trite.
And even with all the lessons learned that day, most people throughout the years (including yours truly) made that event conform to their own bios rather than the implications of such an event for human civilization. Or civility. That and dealing death in my circle of family and friends made me bite my tongue about this “9/11” idea. It hurt because, like the tragedy itself, so many of us wish we could have done more to help out beforehand. Or after-hand. Or any hand.
Rather than say anything about 9/11 yesterday, I said nothing.
And that’s all I got for now.