9/11 hurts worse this year because many Americans are looking at the pictures of the burning buildings, the jumpers, and the piles of debris and saying to themselves for the first time, “Lucky…” Sit in stillness with that.
Slowly, gradually, in the near-silent whispers of the internal dialogue of millions of Americans, scripture and prophecy are being fulfilled. The living envy the dead. It was thought unthinkable for Americans to ever be in such a state in any significant numbers just a few months ago, and even in the days after 9/11 there was no sense of suicidal despair.
Now? As the inevitable civil war looms, and a murderous kakistocracy is the only organized force that is visible, with fully half the populace ready to call for the internment and blood of their own family members, the death of a civilization is visible like the towers burning on the New York Skyline.
And I praised the dead rather than the living:
And I judged him happier than them both, that is not yet born, nor hath seen the evils that are done under the sun.