9-11

I awaken from the dream...never can I recall seeing emotional pain manifest itself so physically vivid. An elderly gent is at the site where the World Towers once stood. He is accompanied by a faceless elderly woman. He falls to his knees and I search his face for what emotion dropped him. I see nothing, no shock, no realization, no nothing. His face is blank, bland. Upon noticing he isn't rising, the woman assists him to his feet. As she guides him forward, his face crumbles into tearless hysterics, silent screams. His chest begins begins pounding in rythym to his heartbeat as if dealt powerful blows. It jerks his chest backwards even as his feet carry him forward. His arms flail wildly as if palsied. I can't tell who he's lost: a son, a grandchild, a beloved wife. But, then, pain so intense must be for the thousands upon thousands that have lost their lives and the thousands upon thousands left to mourn. One death could could not cause such physical manifestation of agony and pain~such visual wrenching and ripping of spirit and soul. Or could it? Perhaps this is the grief felt by each and every one left behind having bore witness to such careless, senseless hatred.