Before you know it, just when you think that it
is possible that someday the whole world will be fun and the rest
of your days un-numbered - along come the terrorists.
And suddenly, having fun in public is the last
thing you would even dream about.
Suddenly, it's not time to laugh.
Suddenly, it's the time when play itself is a
political act.
So here you are with all this pain and rage, and
the Oaqui thing is that laughing in public is what you need most
to be doing, because laughing together we can heal each other.
That's how kids heed the horror.
They play with it. Together. Over and over. Until
they heal each other. Or find something more fun to play with.
When the world stops being fun, making it fun
again seems to require an act of global patriotism.
The Oaqui thing is that I/we have to make it
fun again.
Or it won't be.
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"Two nights ago Jeffrey got out the Legos and supervised
the rebuilding of the World Trade Center. He kept calling his
the "North Tower" and mine the "West Tower." Then we built two
airplanes and raced them around on the floor. The two towers
are now stacked on top of each other, making one very tall one,
still standing on the living room floor where Jeffrey showed
them off to Mama yesterday when she got back from a trip. Healing
happens."
- Doc Searls
