Thanks for the link.
Thinking aloud:
It's so
incredibly epic. No matter how much footage or how many stills I see, I'm still slightly overawed by the jarring impression that these attacks actually, truly happened in the same way that large yet relatively mundane events happen each week. I wonder, on deepest reflection, whether those who planned the attacks (
really planned, not the pawns and footmen), realised the scale of what they were doing at the time. We all dream and scheme, but few dream on such a scale. I wonder, moreover (and with a slight prurience), whether they studied the photos and TV-footage themselves. Whilst one is obviously aware that Islamic extremists don't watch a lot of television, it is hard to believe that with the whole world plunged into rapt-hysteria they shouldn't want to survey the fruits of their labour. One's first speculation is that they would have celebrated: that they whooped and cheered on hearing of their success; but a more sober realisation intrudes when one considers the cool and sober-fatalism through which such people must view the world. Perhaps there was no coming to terms with the enormity, perhaps they quietly accepted it as God's will incarnate and moved on with future planning.
To flirt with the impossible, imagine for a moment that you have planned and undertaken a mammoth act of political terrorism: assassinated a head of state, demolished a landmark, visited untold destruction upon some unfortunate representatives of your most hated foe. I'd contend that no matter how carefully modelled, planned and executed this action were, you'd still be left with a sense of visceral disbelief that you'd actually brought it to pass.
Perhaps not; perhaps I'm universalising my own feelings too greatly. Travelling farther along this line though it is interesting to speculate just how far an unshakable faith can take one from the typical quotidian mindset, wherein the mass of humanity can seldom affect history or sway world events.
I have no admiration for those involved, but I find myself brought back to the words of T.E. Lawrence: words I had hitherto seen as more an inspiration that a caution:
Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that all was vanity; but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes, and make it possible.
Dangerous men indeed.