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2001 and Beyond: Letters from the NDS email list
of the Self is the greatest help that can be rendered to
humanity. Therefore, the saints are said to be helpful,
though they remain in forests. The help is imperceptible
but it is still there. A saint helps the whole of
mankind, unknown to them."
Sri Ramana Maharshi
TWO planes crash into the World Trade Center!!
attack in Washington, the Pentagon was hit and there's a
fire there now.
Terrorism for sure. My
sister's husband works there. :-(
Love to your family.
No words at all.
I'm really feeling for those people. For everyone.
Thanks, Nina. I can't
get through to my mom on Long Island, phone circuits are
I just found out my
brother-in- law is OK -- he was riding the subway when it
I don't have to turn on
the TV, I can look out my window. The skyline of New York
City has changed. Oops. It just changed again. The second
tower just fell down.
It's like war, amazing. There aren't enough hospital beds
in the area, not enough.
Trying to call friends who work downtown, can't get dial
tone. Everybody in New York must be trying to make the
Indeed, New York and the U.S. will never be the same
again. Where are you writing from?
--Greg (by Grand Central Station)
I'm at my desk at home. The World Trade Center used to be
visible from the window here where I work all day.
It's all maya but I must say -- I love maya! I hate this!
Greg works in the WTC -
Is this true? Do we know
this for sure?
Thanks for the inquiry -
no, I am pretty far away from the WTC, halfway across
Manhattan, in a relatively short building (30 stories).
Manhattan has only foot traffic and a bit of automobile
traffic for now. No public transportation.
Love to all,
Thanks for checking in
Greg. After Michael's message I got pretty worried. Glad
to hear you are okay.
You were the first person I thought of when I heard this
news. I am so glad you are alright. My prayers are with
everyone in the world.
I couldn't get to a
computer, but was listening on the car radio, wondering
if you were alright, Greg. You had an amazing experience
there, Rob. Glad Bruce's brother-in-law is fine.
On television there are pictures of people running in the
streets, running from a mountain of enormously thick
For those of you who
would like to send thoughts and prayers for the 13 people
still unaccounted for from my company, which was located
in the world Trade Center, they are: David, Melissa,
Karen, Thomas, Carlos, Adrian, Billy, Courtney, Diane,
Douglas, Wen, Paley and Daniel.
I am not reading NDS digest right now, and do not have a
computer at home, but do appreciate your thoughts, and am
sending mine to any of you who may have been affected, or
who have friends and family still missing. I was on my
way to the subway when it happened, so I was not at the
building during the attack.
Please take care,
So sorry to hear of todays madness.
My prayer would be for all the ordinary people the world
over to join
together to share the understanding and peace required
for forgiveness, so that this stupidity can end. Share
with your brothers and sisters.
A GREAT NEED
Of a great need
We are all holding hands
Not loving is a letting go.
The terrain around here
(The Gift versions of Hafiz by Daniel
--contributed by Gloria
Pray is the song of our
It reaches the ear of God ..
Even if it is mingled with the cry & turmult of a
Death removes but the touch,
Not the awareness of All Good.
Om Santi, Santi, Santi ...
I mourn not only for the
dead, and for those who mourn those who have died, but
also for the loss of the world as we have known it. As
stressful and challenging as it was, it was not so bad of
The world as we have known it is gone, it seems.
Our new world is just now dawning; I know that it is up
to each of us to help make it the best possible world. It
seems that we now must take into account, certain new
factors, as we go about our lives.
The blindfold has again been ripped from our eyes, as has
happened so many times before. What will our new vision
be capable of seeing? Will we be able to work together,
to effect the best for all?
We are now faced with the possibility of massive and
unwanted changes in the way we live; this may extend to
governmental regulation of the internet.
I am hoping that our free and open societies, and our
free and open internet communications, remain as they are
Times and events such as these, are a major test for
Gene Poole's Home Page
A Great Need
I briefly turned the
T.V. on this morning. The world seemed normal and the
stock futures were positive. I left home and went to the
Dentist. After the dental work, I went to my college and
immediately noticed a big crowd gathered around a
television. For a few seconds I kept walking past it. Had
much to do today and an important meeting as well. Then I
turned back and went towards the T.V. to join the crowd
and realized what was going on.
While I was watching, the news kept coming in. Planes
crash into world trade center. More news. More tragedy.
Collapse of one tower. The smoke and dust. Collapse of
another tower. More news....The casualties are in
thousands, perhaps tens of thousands....I thought about
Greg and Rob in New York and other friends and those
unknown and prayed for them. The work stopped. Just
conversations around the television set. Faculty and
students stood their stunned.
Later in the morning, a professor, a close colleague told
me that his sister in law works in the World Trade Center
and his brother works in a building very close to it. He
has not been get a hold of them. I advised him to cancel
classes and go home to be with his wife. There were
students and other staff like that as well concerned
about their friends and family. What to do? One comforts
as best one can.
My meeting was canceled and I came home early.
A certain innocence has been lost in the U.S. New York
will survive. It always does. But it won't be the same
We are all saddened and shocked by the human toll and
suffering. People are grieving for their loved ones and
those that they cannot locate. Our heart goes out to
them. We pray for all the victims of this attack and the
families of victims. There are no words to adequately
May men of peace remain among us to give the purest
May all living beings be free of suffering and may we all
join hands in a community of brothers and sisters.
God bless you all with peace.
Love to all
Where I was,
what I thought
Kelly and I were taking
a morning class in fire safety (we work parttime in the
same place). Afterward we went to St. Mary's University
so Kelly could buy books for her course. I waited in the
car. I hardly ever turn on the car radio, as I like
silence. But I turned on the CBC. There was live news
coverage, but I couldn't figure out what was going on.
Something about people remaining calm in the aftermath of
something. Nothing quite came together until there was
mention of the twin towers of the World Trade Center
crumbling to the ground. What? Then I heard the story.
Kelly got into the car with her books: 'Cutting Through
Spiritual Materialsm', 'Indestructable Truth: The Living
Spirituality of Tibetan
Buddhism', and a book simply entitled 'Buddha'.
I'm trying to remember what I thought when I saw the
books. Seeing the books was almost as odd as hearing the
news report. I thought about how strange are the ways of
handling pain and of achieving personal peace.
Then my thoughts go back to the people in New York
running from the cloud of thick smoke that was once the
World Trade Center, running as though from Godzilla. I
think of Godzilla as the pain everyone has, and I see
everyone running in the streets.
The only thing they don't show in the Godzilla movies is
where people run to. Where they end up. They end up in
gun shops, on nonduality street, in purgatory apartments,
drug stores, and in brightly lit chicken soup kitchens
with family where everything is okay. And everything is
okay, isn't it?
Where do we run to,
Running 'within' I find my essence
If one finds a cloak of being has risen out of the ashes,
its perfectly okay to do nothing but wear it. It's there
for a purpose and because it's heavy, it's easy to wear.
In time it goes and one is left to the essence 'within'.
But men seek that risen cloak. They may as look upward
for the risen towers.
I've been numb all day
today. I guess the challenge is allowing all of the pain
and grief and fear and horror to be there and to hold the
view of truth at the same time. To see this horrible
fucking human insanity arising within the perfection of
creation, knowing that in spite of all this nothing is
happening. This is where the spiritual rubber meets the
It's been a challenge today, but if WE don't do it... who
Just having seen the
summary of the war scenes, they remind somewhat of the
version fought out about 40 years ago in Nam. The horror
of innocent civilians, being showered with bombs and
napalm. Misled soldiers, tortured by the North
Vietnamese... Disdained when returning home to the US...
On a global scale, the past century has been the most
violent on record and mostly fought with arms made in the
USA. I can only hope the US can learn the lesson the
Germans have learnt from going at war, without fighting a
next one... Revenge never pays off whether regarding 1
individual or a group of them. The nondual dictum
"when hitting others, ultimately you hit
yourself" applies to whatever entity that thinks to
perceive other entities and acts accordingly.
by John Metzger
After much soul searching, New York journalists Frederic
and Mary Ann Brussat found themselves repeatedly
returning to the spiritual practices of compassion,
connections, and unity conveyed so beautifully in Thich
Nhat Hanh's classic poem "Call Me By My True
This Vietnamese Buddhist monk and peace activist refuses
to divide the world into easily identifiable victims and
villains. With powerful prose and vivid imagery, he
reaches out to take into his heart all those who are
suffering â the innocent and the violent,
the powerful and the powerless, the oppressed and the
oppressors. In "Call Me by My True Names," he
practices radical empathy as he identifies with a frog
and the snake that eats it, then with a starving child in
Uganda and the arms merchant who sells deadly weapons to
Uganda. In a very poignant passage, he describes himself
as a 12-year-old girl raped by a sea pirate and as
the pirate whose "heart [is] not yet capable of
seeing and loving."
No one, Thich Nhat Hanh demonstrates in this poem, can be
excluded from our thoughts and prayers. Even elements of
the natural world and things are to be cherished as
recipients of our compassion. Even the perpetrators of
horrible violence are part of the many names we call
ourselves. "Please call me by my true names,"
he pleads, "so I can see that my joy and pain are
one . . . and the door of my heart could be left open,
the door of compassion."
Here we offer a new poem, based on his classic.
REST IN PEACE
I am a World Trade Center tower, standing tall in the
clear blue sky, feeling a violent blow in my side, and
I am a towering inferno of pain and suffering imploding
upon myself and collapsing to the ground.
May I rest in peace.
I am a terrified passenger on a hijacked airplane not
knowing where we are going or that I am riding on fuel
tanks that will be instruments of death, and
I am a worker arriving at my office not knowing that in
just a moment my future will be obliterated.
May I rest in peace.
I am a pigeon in the plaza between the two towers eating
crumbs from someone's breakfast when fire rains down on
me from the skies, and
I am a bed of flowers admired daily by thousands of
tourists now buried under five stories of rubble.
May I rest in peace.
I am a firefighter sent into dark corridors of smoke and
debris on a mission of mercy only to have it collapse
around me, and
I am a rescue worker risking my life to save lives who is
very aware that I may not make it out alive.
May I rest in peace.
I am a survivor who has fled down the stairs and out of
the building to safety who knows that nothing will ever
be the same in my soul again, and
I am a doctor in a hospital treating patients burned from
head to toe who knows that these horrible images will
remain in my mind forever.
May I know peace.
I am a tourist in Times Square looking up at the giant TV
screens thinking I'm seeing a disaster movie as I watch
the Twin Towers crash to the ground, and
I am a New York woman sending e-mails to friends and
family letting them know that I am safe.
May I know peace.
I am a piece of paper that was on someone's desk this
morning and now I'm debris scattered by the wind across
lower Manhattan, and
I am a stone in the graveyard at Trinity Church covered
with soot from the buildings that once stood proudly
above me, death meeting death.
May I rest in peace.
I am a dog sniffing in the rubble for signs of life,
doing my best to be of service, and
I am a blood donor waiting in line to make a simple but
very needed contribution for the victims.
May I know peace.
I am a resident in an apartment in downtown New York who
has been forced to evacuate my home, and
I am a resident in an apartment uptown who has walked 100
blocks home in a stream of other refugees.
May I know peace.
I am a family member who has just learned that someone I
love has died, and
I am a pastor who must comfort someone who has suffered a
May I know peace.
I am a loyal American who feels violated and vows to
stand behind any military action it takes to wipe
terrorists off the face of the earth, and
I am a loyal American who feels violated and worries that
people who look and sound like me are all going to be
blamed for this tragedy.
May I know peace.
I am a frightened city dweller who wonders whether I'll
ever feel safe in a skyscraper again, and
I am a pilot who wonders whether there will ever be a way
to make the skies truly safe.
May I know peace.
I am the owner of a small store with five employees that
has been put out of business by this tragedy, and
I am an executive in a multinational corporation who is
concerned about the cost of doing business in a
May I know peace.
I am a visitor to New York City who purchases postcards
of the World Trade Center Twin Towers that are no more,
I am a television reporter trying to put into words the
terrible things I have seen.
May I know peace.
I am a boy in New Jersey waiting for a father who will
never come home, and
I am a boy in a faraway country rejoicing in the streets
of my village because someone has hurt the hated
May I know peace.
I am a general talking into the microphones about how we
must stop the terrorist cowards who have perpetrated this
heinous crime, and
I am an intelligence officer trying to discern how such a
thing could have happened on American soil, and
I am a city official trying to find ways to alleviate the
suffering of my people.
May I know peace.
I am a terrorist whose hatred for America knows no limit
and I am willing to die to prove it, and
I am a terrorist sympathizer standing with all the
enemies of American capitalism and imperialism, and
I am a master strategist for a terrorist group who
planned this abomination.
My heart is not yet capable of openness, tolerance, and
loving. May I know peace.
I am a citizen of the world glued to my television set,
fighting back my rage and despair at these horrible
I am a person of faith struggling to forgive the
unforgivable, praying for the consolation of those who
have lost loved ones, calling upon the merciful
beneficence of God/Yahweh/Allah/Spirit/Higher Power.
May I know peace.
I am a child of God who believes that we are all children
of God and we are all part of each other.
May we all know peace.
- Frederic and Mary Ann Brussat
Media and Web Editors
Spirituality & Health
From reading many of the
posts the last few days it's becoming clear that most
Americans are pretty much clueless about who and what the
terrorists are and what their view is.
Of course we all know they are Moslem fundamentalists and
we consider them evil demented monsters
But most Americans don't realize that what the Moslem
fundamentalists think is that AMERICANS are the evil
demented monsters and the terrorists are Holy Heroic
YES ... MARTYRS in the cause of making the world safe for
Mankind under the sanity of Islam.
They want to do this by TAKING OVER THE WORLD by a Jihad
(Holy War) and thereby bring about a "Messianic
I am not condoning anyone but just wanted to shed some
light on a confusing situation
Rabbi Yossi Markel
contributed by Hur Guler
Questioner: The war is
on. What is your attitude to it?
Maharaj: In some place or other, in some form or other,
the war is always on. Was there a time when there was no
war? Some say it is the will of God. Some say it is God's
play. It is another way of saying that wars are
inevitable and nobody is responsible.
Q: But what is your attitude?
M: Why impose attitudes on me? I have no attitude to call
Q: Surely somebody is responsible for this horrible and
senseless carnage. Why do people kill each other so
M: Search for the culprit within. The ideas of 'me' and
'mine' are at
the root of all conflict. Be free of them and you will be
out of conflict.
Q: What of it that I am out of conflict? It will not
affect the war. If I am the cause of war, I am ready to
be destroyed. Yet, it stands to reason that the
disappearance of a thousand like me will not stop wars.
They did not start with my birth nor will end with my
death. I am not responsible. Who is?
M: Strife and struggle are a part of existence. Why don't
you inquire who is responsible for existence?
Q: Why do you say that existence and conflict are
inseparable? Can there be no existence without strife? I
need not fight other to be myself.
M: You fight others all the time for your survival as a
separate body-mind, a particular name and form. To live
you must destroy. From the moment you were conceived you
started a war with your environment - a merciless war of
mutual extermination, until death sets you free.
Q: My question remains unanswered. You are merely
describing what I know - life and it sorrows. But who is
responsible, you do not say. When I press you, you throw
the blame on God, or karma, or on my own greed and fear -
which merely invites further questions. Give me the final
M: The final answer is this: nothing is. All is a
momentary appearance in the field of the universal
consciousness; continuity as name and form is a mental
formation only, easy to dispel.
Q: I am asking about the immediate, the transitory, the
appearance. Here is a picture of a child killed by
soldiers. It is a fact - staring at you. You cannot deny
it. Now, who is responsible for the death of the child?
M: Nobody and everybody. The world is what it contains
and each thing affects all others. We all kill the child
and we all die with it. Every event has innumerable
causes and produces numberless effects. It is useless to
keep accounts, nothing is traceable.
Q: Your people speak of karma and retribution.
M: It is merely a gross approximation; in reality we are
and creatures of each other, causing and bearing each
Q: So, the innocent suffers for the guilty?
M: In our ignorance we are innocent; in our actions we
are guilty. We sin without knowing and suffer with out
understanding. Our only hope: to stop, to look, to
understand and to get out of the traps of memory. For
memory feeds imagination and imagination generates desire
Q: Why do I imagine at all?
M: The light of consciousness passes through the film of
memory and throws pictures on your brain. Because of the
deficient and disordered state of your brain, what you
perceive is distorted and colored by feelings of like and
dislike. Make your thinking orderly and free from
emotional overtones, and you will see people and things
as they are, with clarity and charity.
The witness of birth, life and death is one and the same.
It is the witness of pain and of love. For while the
existence in limitation and separation is sorrowful, we
love it. We love it and hate it at the same time. We
fight, we kill, we destroy life and property and yet we
are affectionate and self-sacrificing. We nurse the child
tenderly and orphan it too. Our life is full of
contradictions. Yet we cling to it. This clinging is at
the root of everything. Still, it is entirely
superficial. We hold on to something or somebody with all
our might and next moment we forget it; like a child that
shapes its mud-pies and abandons them light-heatedly.
Tough them - it will scream with anger, divert the child
and he forgets them. For our life is now, and the love of
it is now. We love variety, the play of pain and
pleasure, we are fascinated by contrasts. For this we
need the opposites and their apparent separation. We
enjoy them for a time and then get tired and crave for
the peace and silence of pure being. The cosmic heart
beats ceaselessly. I am the witness and the heart too.
Q: I can see the picture, but who is the painter? Who is
responsible for the terrible and yet adorable experience?
M: The painter is in the picture. You separate the
painter from the
picture and look for him. Don't separate and don't put
false questions. Things are as they are and nobody in
particular is responsible. The idea of personal
responsibility comes from the illusion of agency.
'Somebody must have done it, somebody is responsible'.
Society as it is now, with its framework of laws and
customs, is based on the idea of separate and responsible
personality, but this not the only form a society can
take. There may be other forms, where the sense of
separation is weak and responsibility diffused.
Q: An individual with a weak sense of personality - is he
M: Take the case of a young child. The sense of 'I-am' is
not yet formed, the personality is rudimentary. The
obstacles to self-knowledge are few, but the power and
the clarity of awareness, its width and depth are
lacking. In the course of years awareness will grow
stronger, but also the latent personality will emerge and
obscure and complicate. Just as the harder the wood, the
hotter the flame, so the stronger the personality, the
brighter the light generated from its destruction.
Q: Have you no problems?
M: I do have problems. I told you already. To be, to
exist with a name and form is painful, yet I love it.
Q: But you love everything!
M: In existence everything is contained. My very nature
is to love;
even the painful is lovable.
Q: It does not make it less painful. Why not remain in
M: It is the instinct of exploration, the love of the
unknown, that brings me into existence. It is in the
nature of being to see adventure in becoming, as it is in
the very nature of becoming to seek peace in being. This
alteration of being and becoming is inevitable: but my
home is beyond.
Q: I you home in God?
M: To love and worship a god is also ignorance. My home
is beyond all notions, however sublime.
Q: But God is not a notion! It is the reality beyond
M: You may use any word you like. Whatever you may think
of, I am beyond it.
Q: Once you know your home, why not stay in it? What
takes you out of it?
M: Out of love for corporate existence one is born and
once born, one gets involved in destiny. Destiny is
inseparable from becoming. The desire to be the
particular makes you into a person with all its
personal past and future. Look at some great man, what a
wonderful man he was! And yet how troubled was his life
and limited it fruits. How utterly dependent is the
personality of man and how indifferent is its world. And
yet we love it and protect it for its very
Q: The war is on and there is chaos and you are being
asked to take charge of a feeding center. You are given
what is needed it is only a question of getting through
the job. Will you refuse it?
M: To work, or not to work, is one and the same to me. I
charge, or may not. There may be others, better endowed
for such tasks, than I am - professional caterers for
instance. But my attitude is different. I do not look at
death as a calamity, as I do not rejoice at the birth of
a child. The child is out for trouble while the dead is
out of it. Attachment to life is attachment to sorrow. We
love what gives us pain. Such is our nature.
For me the moment of death will be a moment of
jubilation, not of fear. I cried when I was born and I
shall die laughing.
Q: What is the change in consciousness at the moment of
M: What change do you expect? When the film projection
remains the same as when it started. The state before you
were born was also the state after death, if you
Q: I remember nothing.
M: Because you never tried. It is only a question of
tuning in the mind. It requires training. of course.
Q: Why don't you take part in social work?
M: But I am doing nothing else all the time! And what is
the social work you want me to do? Patchwork is not for
me. My stand is clear: produce to distribute, feed before
you eat, give before you take, think of others, before
you think of yourself. Only a selfless society based on
sharing can be stable and happy. This is the only
practical solution. If you do not want it - fight.
Q: It is all a matter of gunas. Where tamas and rajas
there must be war. Where sattva rules, there will be
M: Put it whichever way you like, it comes to the same.
built on motives. Put goodwill into the foundations and
you will not
need specialized social workers.
Q: The world is getting better.
M: The world had all the time to get better, yet it did
not. What hope is there for the future? Of course, there
have been and will be periods of harmony and peace, when
sattva was in ascendance, but things get destroyed by
their own perfection. A perfect society is necessarily
static and, therefore, it stagnates and decays. From the
summit all roads lead downwards. Societies are like
people - they are born, they grow to some point of
relative perfection and then decay and die.
Q: Is there not a state of absolute perfection which does
M: Whatever has a beginning must have an end. In the
timeless all is perfect, here and now.
Q: But shall we reach the timeless in due course?
M: In due course we shall come back to the starting
point. Time cannot take us out of time, as space cannot
take us out of space. All you get by waiting is more
waiting. Absolute perfection is here and now, not in some
future, near or far. The secret is in action - here and
now. It is your behavior that blinds you to yourself.
Disregard whatever you think yourself to be and act as if
you were absolutely perfect - whatever your idea of
perfection may be. All you need is courage.
Q: Where do I find such courage?
M: In yourself, of course. Look within.
Q: Your grace will help.
M: My grace is telling you now: look within. All you need
Use it. Behave as best you know, do what you think you
should. Don't be afraid of mistakes; you can always
correct them, only intentions matter. The shape things
take is not within your power; the motives of your
Q: How can action born from imperfection lead to
M: Action does not lead to perfection; perfection is
expressed in action. As long as you judge yourself by
your expressions, give them utmost attention; when you
realize your own being, your behavior will be perfect -
Q: If I am timelessly perfect, then why was I born at
all? What is the purpose of this life?
M:It is like asking: what does it profit gold to be made
into an ornament? The ornament gets the color and the
beauty of gold; gold is not enriched. Similarly, reality
expressed in action makes the action meaningful and
Q: What does the real gain through its expressions?
M: What can it gain? Nothing whatsoever. But it is in the
love to express itself, to affirm itself, to overcome
difficulties. Once you have understood that the world is
love in action, you will
look at it quite differently. But first your attitude to
suffering must change. Suffering is primarily a call for
attention, which itself is a movement of love. More than
happiness, love wants growth, the widening and deepening
of consciousness and being. Whatever prevents becomes a
cause of pain and love does not shirk from pain. Sattva,
the that works for righteousness and orderly development,
must not be thwarted. When obstructed it turns against
itself and becomes destructive. Whenever love is withheld
and suffering allowed to spread, war becomes inevitable.
Our indifference to our neighbor's sorrow brings
suffering to our door.
"I am That"
Talks with Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj
The Acorn Press
"The only solution
~ And how do you propose to shift human consciousness to
I live within the
commuter circle of Manhattan, a
town in NJ called Essex Fells. I'm fine, and thanks
for asking. I've just assumed that you were
thinking over my last post,and/or otherwise
concerned/investigating/empathizing with the
terrible tragedy that, I'm sorry to say, I think is
just beginning. Already, one of my mother's
friend's husband hasn't been in contact for the
last 2 days. It's hard, and impossible for me,
personally, not to think the worst. The ripple
effect of this cataclsym is just beginning to be
felt. Whole corporations may go down before this is
over. Morgan Stanley currently estimates that 3,500
hundred of it's employees may have died in the 5
floors of one of the twin towers that was their
national headquarters. It doesn't take a lot of
imagination to see one of our major airlines
failing before this whole thing gets back in gear.
A realistic appraisal of the human tragedy
catalysed by this terrible event is hard to grasp,
even theoretically; but it's going to be awesome,
on the nature of a limited war. Financial markets,
the insurance industry, with all the human lives
and the correlary links rippling out and out in
this interconnected world we live in. Just think,
NY is currently estimating that 350 of it's most
heroic and competent firefighters have died. Whole
fire companies have ceased to exist. The
devastation is incalculable. Think of a
neighborhood fire, now, today. In NYC there are
almost no fire companies equiped to carry even 50%
of their former load. Police. Crime. People who
need something as simple as car insurance, without
which you cannot drive in NY State, must be having
an impossible time.
For myself, between fits of compassionate seizure,
for lack of a better phrase, I find myself watching
and listening to lists like ours, and watching
their reactions to this event, while feeling quite
a "remove" from some of them. In the main, I
myself reacting in a quite judgemental way. On the
whole, we "spiritual types" are an almost
hopelessly adolescent and childishly reactive
bunch. It's not a very pretty or encouraging
picture. My own ongoing adolescence and reactivity
hasn't been much of a secret to me; but I see that
I'm still learning about myself. Tragedy, like all
upheavals, brings out the best and the worst in
people, so I'm equally fascinated to observe both
my own thoughts and actions, as well as what I can
make out of the thoughts and actions of others.
Glo, I hope this situation doesn't involve anyone
you're close to in any life threatening or
debilitating way. I haven't looked at the lists
today, but yesterday I got the impression that
Harsha, Jerry, Glen, and you are alright. I like to
imagine that you're all in touch privately while
this ugly, tragic and fascinating game unfolds.
For the rest of you, I hope all of you are alright.
If you live around NY or DC, a trip to the blood
clinic or your local hospital to give blood, the
real "gift that keeps on giving", is bound to
really helpful to someone, even if it isn't used
immediately in the aftermath of these life altering
yours in the bonds, eric
Thanks for sending this
to us. There is awesome devastation. There's Su's letter
asking for prayers for her co-workers and she names each
one. That's 'all she wrote' as fas as I'm concerned. What
else can anyone say or need be said?
The perpetrators want not only the immediate devastation,
but a tsunami of fear to create further damage at all the
levels in which people come together, from international
to national to community and household levels.
I believe that tsunami has already been profoundly
attenuated. I don't see the mass public selling their
shares in stocks or moving out to the country.
There may have been 3,500 people lost at Morgan Stanley
(Lord have Mercy), but there are 35,000 financial people
with integrity who will give a hand however they possibly
can (if that is in any way realistic). And in such a way
-- the way of coming together and reaching out hands of
extraordinary, uncommon help -- some normalcy will be
returned. There's no other way. I trust that.
Let's not forget the
violence elsewhere in the world that provides the motives
and the excuses for fanatics. May the mailed fist of
retaliation spare the innocent. There are so many widows,
widowers, and orphans of violence all over the world.
This is not just an acute and unprecedented American
tragedy, it is a chronic and seemingly eternal human