Thursday, September 11, 2014

Nine-Eleven

This the date of one of the days in my life I will forever remember where I was and what I was doing-clearly and completely. ( I can't remember what I did last Monday.)  Today is September 11th and of course, I am writing about 9/11/2001 when my country was attacked.

I have yet to figure out the depth of hate and violence the human animal can lower itself to. But I do know this, scratch the surface of us all and the animal is not far away.

I am not going to write another word about 9/11, rather, I  am going refer to this set of George Harrison lyrics from the Beatles "While My Guitar Gently Weeps"

I don't know why nobody told you How to unfold your love.
I don't know how someone controlled you 
They bought and sold you 
 I look at the world and I notice it's turning While my guitar gently weeps 
With every mistake we must surely be learning 
Still my guitar gently weeps


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