A morning just like this morning.
Eleven years later the morning could not be more similar to that other morning, when a series of events took place which many still try to comprehend. The most remote depths of any religion, throughout our humble planet, have only served to barely mitigate the direct pain of many and the perplexity of so many others. And it is a good thing, for in our limitations and clumsy immensity we have been given the wonder of deity and faith, precisely to better deal with those realities which, at times, are totally incomprehensible.
It would be primitive and aloof to try to attribute the events of that morning to the inevitable succession of causes and effects which weave the fabric of the existence that we have adopted. It would be better to think that, from time to time, we all receive an abrupt signal to reorganize our perspectives and that there is hope beyond the atrocious.
Let us use this earthly anniversary to try to be today a bit better than yesterday. It is the only path of return to any kind of internal or material peace.