"No one is born hating another person because of the color of their skin, religion or background. Hatred and intolerance have to be learned and, if they can be learned, so can love and tolerance, which are more natural to the human heart. Even in the grimmest times I have seen glimmers of humanity which have reassured me that man's goodness is the flame that can never be extinguished."
- Nelson Mandela
"Every movement that ever worked came from civil movements, from compassion, from working smarter and not harder, from working every day with your hands to build a better future for everybody, not just people like you. Every movement that ever backlashed came from thinking your shouts outweighed everybody else -- that your pain was louder or stronger or more worthy of being satisfied, just because it was yours. Every war that ever happened came from a simple trick of memory: that any amount of difference could ever outweigh the things we have in common. Everything that bridges that gap is just a process of remembering to bridge the gap; to remind the people around you that it doesn't exist. To remember the possibility of joy. Every bit of pain that ever happened to anybody in the world resulted from just this: the sin, the cancer, the awful confusion and heavy responsibility of ever thinking you were alone. You aren't. You never were."
- From an American Idol recap by Jacob @ TWoP
"What matters is that you do good work. What matters is that you produce things that are true and will stand. What matters is that the Flaming Lips's new album is ravishing and I've listened to it a thousand times already, sometimes for days on end, and it enriches me and makes me want to save people. What matters is that it will stand forever, long after any narrow-hearted curmudgeons have forgotten their appearance on goddamn 90210. What matters is not the perception, nor the fashion, not who's up and who's down, but what someone has done and if they meant it. What matters is that you want to see and make and do, on as grand a scale as you want, regardless of what the tiny voices of tiny people say. Do not be critics, you people, I beg you. I was a critic and I wish I could take it all back because it came from a smelly and ignorant place in me, and spoke with a voice that was all rage and envy. Do not dismiss a book until you have written one, and do not dismiss a movie until you have made one, and do not dismiss a person until you have met them. It is a fuckload of work to be open-minded and generous and understanding and forgiving and accepting, but Christ, that is what matters. What matters is saying yes."
I don't really have any eloquent words for this five-year remembrance (saying "anniversary" just seems crass to me) of 9/11. While I wasn't directly affected by the events of the day, the fallout has, obviously, been tremendously affecting to us all. My 9/11 story is, like many, a story full of confusion and futility. It'a also one of the first times I felt how big the country is, how very far away the tragedy was, but how small the world felt, and how close my international friends were.
Anyhow, I never know what to say on 9/11. How to mark it, how to not seem like I'm milking something out of it, how to keep from getting needlessly furious and frustrated at where we are now and where we could have been. Instead I will link you to two posts that are worth the time to read.
Taking a break from fulfilling the un-birthday requests (which were all great, and speaking of: thank you to everyone who wished me a happy birthday yesterday, that was really great) to finish up my last Five Things requests.
From annavtree: Five Times Pilot thought about venting the rest of the ship into space.