It is fifteen years and it feels like this morning. Our national holiday of remembrance of shock and horror and helplessness. We continue to create monuments for the dead and for ourselves. We keep asking God and about God, but we understand there are no answers, because we keep creating objects. We keep creating actions. We keep going back over and over and over again. And we have created our darkest moment to be our greatest, defining moment. We live in constant war. They are wars in our world, in our nation, and in ourselves.
It is 8:46 a.m. on September 11. It is always 8:46 a.m. on September 11, when the first plane hit and we turned to the sky and our screens and our neighbor and our stranger and God in horror and disbelief. And we cannot, we shall not leave what we are making for ourselves. It is too terrifying otherwise.