World Trade Centre - 911
As I sat in the restaurant at the top of the world, I knew. When all around were panicking, running and screaming, I knew. I sipped my coffee and waited with calm. I thought of many things, but most of all I thought of my sister. I showed her the smile on my face.
There was a hush, an exquisite silence. Panic departed, it had no further business in this place. I took my last breath, and I was freed, we all were. First the blood warmed and flowed through my body as if energized with new found purpose. Next, serenity, coupled with the most joyous warmth, a feeling of well-being and contentment. When the moment came? Wow! The last rush. Like a breaking tidal wave. Our maker came calling. I heard him crash into our world. Then he took us. What a sensation! What a ride! There was no feeling of pain, only a craving for the exponential growth of the infinitesimal moment. There was no sensation of falling to doom. Our worlds moved with us in a triumphant cascade. Karen came into my heart and together we surfed on the crest of a magical wave of a million tons of beautiful concrete and steel. And we flew as kites on a magical wind. And we danced our last dances and sang our last songs. And we embraced one last time. We laughed out loud, we laughed our loudest, and our laughter could be heard above the twisting steel and the breaking glass. For all time our laughter would echo in this place, on this wave, to be carried forever on the magical wind, in this precious last moment of goodbye. At last we were again, and forever together as children.
Others joined me for that most magical ride on that magical wind, we raced to our final destinies, our homes.
At the end, each was greeted by his guide, which he in life had chosen. God, Buddha, Satan, Hades, Ra, Jehovah and more, all had sent for their children. An old man beckoned me, his face seemed familiar. I knew that smile.
"Come my child, come home," he said.
I shook my head and I ran.