Friday, March 12, 2004
Fragile (Frágil)
In the darkest hours of grief and fear, flowers speak volumes. Words run a high risk of sounding trite, or at least inadequate. My heart goes out to the 1,600 innocent and unlucky commuters and their loved ones, so much personal devastation inflicted. It's ironic how truly awful things tend to strike like a bolt from the blue. They're not the things we spend our time worrying will happen... There's a lesson in there somewhere... I also thought of the François Fenelon quote from the end of "Collateral Damages," the 9/11 documentary I saw last week:
All wars are civil wars, because all men are brothers.
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