Monday, November 3, 2008
"The great only appear great because we are on our knees. Let us rise."
My plans for this morning were all mapped out since last evening. I knew what I would write, what I would publish. I was prepared to extract, from my files, either a lengthy adventure or a remark about my mother.
All intentions flew out the window shortly after breakfast when I became unable to extend my thinking beyond the immense gravity of the moment.
On this day, which I admit wreaks considerable havoc on my nerves, every fragment of human society is teetering on the edge of a precipice, gazing into the yawning chasm of possibility. History books will be composed about these very hours, and we do not yet have the benefit of hindsight to guess at what they might tell us. Those with the power and the willingness to vote, however, will have the privilege of contributing to the story that unfolds, and must do so with the greatest of care and comprehension.
Let us rise.
Posted by Phyllis Hunt McGowan at 4:29 PM