it seems so strange that the sun keeps on shining. that life keeps moving forward...it feels like the whole world has gone insane. i fell asleep to the sound of a shattered world. i absorbed it with my cornflakes. and no one knows when it will end, and how many tens of thousands will be found dead when it's over.

and i feel a way i don't have a name for...angry and sad and shocked and afraid aren't strong enough. it goes beyond language. the fourth building in new york is on the verge of collapse as i write this. they're evacuating emergency personnel. god help us.

i don't know how i feel about retaliation. i always thought i was a pacifist, but i don't know now. i don't know how to deal with a full attack. does pacifism preclude self-defense? is there the possibility of a just war in some cases?

i'll let you know when i figure it out.

-beatpoetgrrl

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