I considered writing some long, serious essay for today, but I decided it was just too pretentious. I’m only 23; I still feel too young to have any real wisdom to impart. I would just like to briefly point out the firemen who died that day. When the towers were burning, they charged in there. There was no debate, no extended worry of the consequences, no careful judging of their lives versus the lives they could potentially save; people were in need, so they went to help, and they just left the other details to Someone else. God damn us if we do any different.