Thursday, February 21, 2002


It's hard not to let your heart wander abroad with grief, to feel for the families in the flaming train to Luxor forced to jump from the windows in desperation. And then to darkly imagine the pretty and handsome office workers in the WTC, coffee cups still on their desks, on a fresh September morning, choosing to fly superman-like out the windows to the plaza below.

You have to wonder if we are being radically rewired, to feel the feelings of a smaller and smaller world of all people, no matter how far away they live, as distance continues to lose meaning. Our hearts are constantly working overtime now, building a new infrastructure of connection, both exquisitely painful and perhaps of exquisite joy.