Don't forsake the assembling of yourselves...

Tomorrow is the first anniversary of the 9/11/01 terrorist attacks that rocked USAmerica - and the world that both thought we were nuts and culturally backwards, and looked to us (continues to look to us) for security. There's a general somber hype being built up on the networks. Various shows, fictional and not, are addressing the passage of time and the healing or re-opening of wounds. Here at work, a moment to pause and reflect some time tomorrow morning - and a "free jeans day" in honor of patriotism (only half tongue-in-cheek).

How do I feel? I don't know. I'm not sure how I'm supposed to feel, and can't muster up enough muster to really feel anything, I guess. Maybe I see it as still and surreal. It feels like this: your team is ahead by two points, and the other team is about to kick an amazingly long and difficult field goal. The kick is up, the clock tick's 00:00, and it goes through. Your team is defeated - the three-point kick ends the celebration. There's that moment, a mere split second between the kick being determined "good," and the acknowledgement from the fans that "aaaaaawwwww" we lost. There's a heartbreak there - it feels like this past year is that one moment drawn out, between getting beat and realizing we've been beaten, and somewhere in there is always the notion that we've at least survived to play another game. But it's all one drawn out moment of held breaths, clenched fists and something between ecstasy and agony - and we've been doing it for 364 days now.

That's my best metaphor, if I have to "feel" something going into the remembrance of this day's history.

"The place where the eternal touches time is right now" (Author forgotten), and "right now" has been stretched out from that point until now...
- posted by Rick @ 13:12