So yesterday was September 11.
As you might expect if you know me at all, I have mixed feelings about the massive outpouring of commemorations, memorials, moments of silence, etcetera that marked the event's ten year anniversary.
On the one hand: 2996 people died. That's a lot of people. It was also a truly spectacular event, one that left behind indelible images - the smoking towers, the falling bodies, the hole in the Pentagon.
On the other: the memory of loss tends, here, to be used to justify the infliction of loss on others. The grief felt over the death of 2996 has been, and continues to be, manipulated and used to continue violence that has led to the deaths of hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of innocent people in many countries around the world.
So how do we deal with that coupling?
I don't have an answer here.