I often think about how my sons will come to know about September 11th. Something overheard? A newspaper image? In school? I would prefer that they learn about it from my wife and me, in a deliberate and safe way. But it's hard to imagine ever feeling ready to broach the subject without some impetus
The longest journey is the journey inwards. Of him who has chosen his destiny, Who has started upon his quest for the source of his being.
I was listening to the first record the other day, and it sounds remarkably contemporary.