Another rambling. More thoughts, updates, regurgitations. Reactions.

There is no way to deny this. It is huge, and personally affects everyone. Even those who don't know anyone who was near the disaster itself have been shaken. All are experiencing, or will experience, the shockwaves left by this. (More on that, but I'm saving some for the collective.)

As I finished the last rambling, I was feeling very, very low. As I saved and sent it up to the server, bursts of tears started the waterfall. No sleep in sight. No peace. No rest.

I put on Fantasia, a movie which portrays a world of order, balance, and beauty. I was hoping that by watching it, I would glean just a little of the wonder and joy brought to me on previous viewings. I played. I watched. I turned the volume up. I turned the volume down. I sat back in my chair, relaxing every muscle. I focused on the screen. I let my eyes glaze.

Halfway through The Rite of Spring, I hit stop. My brain wasn't latching on. The beautiful music was there, as were the pictures, but they weren't hitting their mark. Maybe the mark doesn't exist right now. Maybe it has crumbled into the same dust as those buildings.

Returned to the family room, which was vacant. Turned on the coverage, watched, listened, and paced. That's mostly what I've been doing since. Read Jaeger's account on his page, which inspired a few more thoughts.

But I'm tired of sending my words into the echoing void of this vi window. I'll be switching media, and heading into the Collective, where, as always, everyone of any nationality, religion, or philosophical bent is also welcome to add ideas to the fray.