Some days it feels hard to write a coherent, well-written sentence. I don’t want to write some over-dramatic paragraph about how I feel on the anniversary of 9/11. I especially do not want to do this since my own life has been so unaffected by tragedy; my words don’t resonate the way some words do.
But this speech by Harold Pinter, upon receiving the Nobel Prize in Literature in 2005 truly resonated with me this morning. Well spoken, well argued and especially poignant on this day. Thank you Ishmael for sharing it.
“But, as I told myself at the time, our beginnings never know our ends.”
Cheers and Love,
Maple and Me