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Call me insensitive

... but I haven't commemorated today in the slightest.

I continue to feel bad about what happened on this date two years ago. But I also feel that that is in the past, and dwelling on the past--at least for someone (like myself) who didn't lose someone in the attacks--is more than morbid. I don't think it's healthy. Marking the anniversary, that is.

I remember very vividly the day of the attacks, when I went into downtown Iowa City, sat near the river, and merely lit a candle. There wasn't much I could do then. There isn't much I can do now.

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But those who are to receive teaching are the living, who are inscribed in the book of the living. It is about themselves that they receive instruction, receiving it from the Father, turning again to him. Since the perfection of the totality is in the Father, it is necessary for the totality to ascend to him. Then, if one has knowledge, he receives what are his own, and draws them to himself. For he who is ignorant is in need, and what he lacks is great, since he lacks that which will make him perfect. Since the perfection of the totality is in the Father, and it is necessary for the totality to ascend to him, and for each one to receive what are his own, he enrolled them in advance, having prepared them to give to those who came forth from him.

[...]This is the knowledge of the living book, which he revealed to the aeons at the end as his letters, revealing how they are not vowels nor are they consonants, so that one might read them and think of something foolish, but (rather that) they are letters of the truth, which they alone speak who know them. Each letter is a complete , like a complete book, since they are letters written by the Unity, the Father having written them for the aeons, in order that by means of his letters they should know the Father.

The Gospel of Truth

This, in a roundabout way, seems like a description of a black hole (or, alternately, the Big Bang)

"For this reason, incorruptibility breathed forth; it pursued the one who had sinned, in order that he might rest. For forgiveness is what remains for the light in the deficiency, the word of the pleroma. For the physician runs to the place where sickness is, because that is the will that is in him. He who has a deficiency, then, does not hide it, because one has what the other lacks. So the pleroma, which has no deficiency, but (which) fills up the deficiency, is what he provided from himself for filling up what he lacks, in order that therefore he might receive the grace. For when he was deficient, he did not have the grace. That is why there was diminution existing in the place where there is no grace. When that which was diminished was received, he revealed what he lacked, being (now) a pleroma; that is the discovery of the light of truth which rose upon him because it is immutable."

The Gospel of Truth

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Someone at PFFA said of one of my poems:

"Your imagery is vivid, you definitely have a pictorial touch."

Considering that I think in words, I am amused at the irony.