- Oct 9, 1999
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I love my country.
Hey, I love my planet, too, but that love is more a concept -- intellectual and dry.
My love for my country, otoh, resides in my heart, not my mind. Indeed, I could say it is baked right into my bones, rises and contracts right along with each mortal beat of my heart, and lives in every single cell of my being.
It just is.
I grew up in a time and place where our love for America, our profound gratitude for being born Americans, was pervasive and just assumed. No one ever needed to say or proclaim it, or define it as exclusive to them and lacking in some group of others. Everyone I knew just had this quiet but bone solid love in their hearts, where it just was.
And so, I took 9/11 personally.
And I deeply remember the immediate aftermath, when that old spirit of inclusive, non-political patriotism, that we were all in this together, and that, together, all of us, the United States of America, could do anything we set our minds to, was briefly abroad in the Republic once again.
It felt great, that old optimism and trust in ourselves, that "can-do" spirit, that solidarity.
Fleeting, illusory, ridiculously sentimental . . . you may use whatever words in your vocabulary to scoff at my desire, I don't care.
Nothing will stop me from deeply wishing this for us, for all of us, to have and feel once again. :thumbsup:
Hey, I love my planet, too, but that love is more a concept -- intellectual and dry.
My love for my country, otoh, resides in my heart, not my mind. Indeed, I could say it is baked right into my bones, rises and contracts right along with each mortal beat of my heart, and lives in every single cell of my being.
It just is.
I grew up in a time and place where our love for America, our profound gratitude for being born Americans, was pervasive and just assumed. No one ever needed to say or proclaim it, or define it as exclusive to them and lacking in some group of others. Everyone I knew just had this quiet but bone solid love in their hearts, where it just was.
And so, I took 9/11 personally.
And I deeply remember the immediate aftermath, when that old spirit of inclusive, non-political patriotism, that we were all in this together, and that, together, all of us, the United States of America, could do anything we set our minds to, was briefly abroad in the Republic once again.
It felt great, that old optimism and trust in ourselves, that "can-do" spirit, that solidarity.
Fleeting, illusory, ridiculously sentimental . . . you may use whatever words in your vocabulary to scoff at my desire, I don't care.
Nothing will stop me from deeply wishing this for us, for all of us, to have and feel once again. :thumbsup:
