I'm disappointed. Never in my life have I felt so alive, and involved in the world, and a part of history as the week the world trade center fell. Never have I felt the weight of reality, or the appreciation for existence as it is during daily living as in those days. When a major disaster happens and a whole lot of people die it really puts things in perspective. It is a nice change from the daily bullshitting that leads only to minor inconvenience painted as gradual progress.
