Not that I'm feeling particularly witty, and I don't have anything profound to say.
People don't fly aircraft into buildings. They just don't. Nothing works that way. Totally insane people don't make and carry out elaborate plans. Too damn surreal.
I suppose that I just don't have the frame of spiritual reference to understand how someone can honestly believe, totally and completely believe, that dying for some cause makes some entity happy, and guarantees you a place in paradise. Or, if that's not the case here, I also don't understand how just making a statement justifies mass murder. I don't get it, can't get my mind around it.
That's it, really. Nothing stirring, nothing profound, no gung-ho patriotic sentiments. I'm not sitting here weeping in despair over the darkness in man's soul; who didn't know it was there?
Just that they flew planes into buildings. Doesn't seem real. Not at all.