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Currently, in the news there is talk of the Survivors Staircase, here in NYC. It is the staircase many people used to escape just before Tower 2 collapsed. It stands as the last surviving above-ground piece of the World Trade Center. To Sept. 11 survivor Patty Clark, the Trade Center staircase is "symbolic of all of us who were witnesses to that day. It's still strong, somewhat damaged, but that's kind of like we all are." How true. As I read the article, it dawned on me how little we hear from the folks that were actually running for their lives that day, and survived. Too often the loudest voices are the politicos who love to go on and on about rebuilding the site and are in constant battle with the developer, architects, tax payers and the families of the victims who cannot agree on what would make a fitting memorial. This wound is still extremely fresh. Who's right to feel one way or another? Who's wrong to try and find some sliver of human connection to try and understand that which can never be understood? Some days I'm mad as hell and full of hate. Some days I'm sickened and sad over the attack and the aftermath. Other days I'm thankful for being alive and I just let myself have the day--a day without a past or a future. Sept 11 emotions are not something that will make sense anytime soon. Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, The world is too full to talk about. Ideas, language, even the phrase each other, doesn't make any sense. Jalaluddin Rumi