Sunday, September 11, 2011

all shall be well

This is what I wrote last year about September 11, and I don't have much of a desire to repeat myself. In lieu of anything profound, I'm going to post these things that I've found:

And then this:

(...because who doesn't like children's choirs?)

Or if your tastes run more to the professional side...

1 comment:

  1. FWIW: Spouse and I went to a concert-and-fireworks program at a National Park Service site on Saturday, the 10th. We've gone to this event almost every year for the last twenty years (slaves of habit? us? what makes you ask?)

    For the last ten years, the park has been cordoned off for the event, access restricted to a single point with guards with guns, bag searches, bomb-sniffing dogs, the whole security apparatus.

    On Saturday, all of that was...just gone. You could just wander onto the park grounds at any point you pleased, and open your unmolested picnic basket in your own good time. Just the way life used to be.

    It was quite refreshing. Maybe we're finally getting over being afraid of the wrong things at the wrong times?

    To let a poet have the last word (as usual), Dylan Thomas:

    Though they go mad they shall be sane,
    Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
    Though lovers be lost love shall not;
    And death shall have no dominion.