"September 11, 2001: Citizens of the U.S., besieged by terror’s sting,
rose up, weeping glory, as if on eagles’ wings.--from the poem Angel of Remembrance: Candles for September 11, 2001"
— Aberjhani


"I am leaving this tower and returning home...What is real? Two planes slamming into the World Trade Center and the wake of fear that has never stopped in this endless war of terror?...
What is real to me are the consequences of cruelty.
What is real to me are the concentric circles of compassion and its capacity to bring about change.
What is real to me is the power of our awareness when we are focused on something beyond ourselves. It is a shaft of light shining in a dark corner. Our ability to shift our perceptions and seek creative alternatives to the conundrums of modernity is in direct proportion to our empathy. Can we imagine, witness, and ultimately feel the suffering of another."
— Terry Tempest Williams