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Later, they said that the steel supports melted, vaporized.
Over a month later, there are still fires burning.
And the smell of death lingering in the smoke.
I am awestruck by my new profound lack of surety in the world I thought I knew.
What is there to say about the void created, swelling, expanding, imploding?
There are no words adequate. I have no mouth, yet I must scream.
I have no scream. I can hardly breathe over the stench of death burying itself in my psyche,
Crushed beneath the hooves of Hatred, Ignorance, and Fear, the real Apocalyptic Horsemen.
Who can speak of a skyline that doesn't exist anymore?
And who can sit back and not feel guilt over similar scars in other cities?
A cold, shining fuselage pales in comparison to the weapons at our disposal.
What impact can a soldier with a gun have in comparison to a loaded passenger plane full of innocents?
What impact a plane can have in the face of economic imperialism.
Simple ignorance is not always so simple.
Blame is not always a valid excuse.
Truth is rarely true.
This I have learned, this I have forgotten.
I'd like to say it's been burned into my mind forever, but I know it hasn't.
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Anger is a gift.
I must learn to love the fool in me - the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries. It alone protects me against that utterly self-controlled, masterful tyrant whom I also harbor and who would rob me of human aliveness, humility and dignity, were it not for my fool. -- Theodore Isaac Rubin
[This message has been edited by Jung Americans (edited October 15, 2001).]
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Dig your name. Very kool.
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The maverick heroine of STP land, avenger against those who would kick off with pretty women;
Hero to some, just another pretty face to others.
The cutest little lesbian.
THE Lesbian.
...Without love, we are never more than Strangers In Paradise.
