The End Of The World

Sorry I didn't blog yesterday or on Friday. I had a surprise party and a major case of the "ceebs", respectively. Anyway, I'm glad that I am able to blog to you on this day.

Because the matter I wish to type to you, dear reader, probably affected you, even as it shook the international community. It chipped away at the global faith in humanity, and erected cultural barriers where buildings of commerce once stood. 10 years ago, ordinary men and women went to work as usual. Unbeknownst to them, many would never go home.

The events of September the 11th, 2001, made many fear for safety. For what seemed an eternity, the world stood poised on the threshold of Global Thermonuclear War. America would have flicked all the switches, if only they knew who to aim for, and every country feared the retaliation that would ensue. And every nation feared that they would be the next target.

Maybe you remember being bundled away from school, or rushing home to be with your family. I remember wandering into the living room, fresh in from school. I barely registered what was happening, aside from the footage being replayed over and over again. A plane crashing into a skyscraper. And again, and again, and again. And though I didn't understand what was happening, I knew it was something dreadful.

I was too slow to turn away. I saw ordinary people in fear and panic and chaos.

And I watched them jump.

That was when I feared for the worst. Have you ever feared like that? The end of it all? An event, straight from a nightmare, sweeping the globe? It made a lasting change in all of us. For the first time in my life, I saw the horror of extremism. I saw people murder others in the name of a peaceful religion. In short, I saw religion destroy faith.

Like I typed previously, I didn't understand fully. I couldn't comprehend the horror. But even as I still struggle with the concept of so many broken families and broken lives, one thing has become clear. The event was not caused by a religion, or even an ideal. It was people who perpetrated such atrocities. In the words of the National Rifle Association "Gun's don't kill people. People kill people." And such people can never take the moral high ground.

Now, I shouldn't judge those extremists. Its not my place or authority to do that, even in the face of all the terror that has plagued the world since. Many have said that they were violent revolutionaries, seeking to overthrow Western ideals and religions in the name of jihad. But I view true revolutionaries, the ones who bought around positive changes to society, as heroes, and the terrorists were not heroes. There is a key difference between the two.

Both are willing to die for the cause, but no revolutionary is so eager to kill for it.

Long time, no blog.

We all now I suck. More specifically, I suck at sticking to a project. Yet more specifically, Spawn Of Boredom (tumblr) shall be no more. If I do attempt to start up again, I will relaunch through blogger.

And speaking of blogging, Greying Rainbow is now back! Commence partying hard (with padding and soft drinks)! I feel like I need some therapeutic blogging, so we'll get down to that tomorrow, and I'll use this as my main update site.

I'm not going to run you through what's been going on in my life, mainly because I can't be bothered, partly because I need to sleep very soon. I'm in college now, which is the big thing, but aside from that I've been ticking over quite nicely.

And I've been writing. While its not quite Vogon-standard poetry, it does have an air of mindsploding awfulness. It will be on YouTube within a week.

Toodles!