No more. Yet in the aftermath of those horrifying events, Americans, and the world, found new reason to hope. Sometimes, however, darkness harbors the deepest hope. Sometimes the coldest and bleakest night creates the brightest of dawns. Life renews.
And redemption. To redeem is to set free. Perhaps America was, in a peculiar way, redeemed by the events of that fateful September day. Perhaps America was set free from the complacency it had nurtured over the decades, its blindness to the way that some of its foreign policies had contributed to the attack, its penchant to focus only on itself. Perhaps 9/11 set America free to realize that it, and the watching world, could be more than the sum of its parts. Perhaps the terror of the day planted the seeds of a better world. Like biblical redemption, a redemption of unspeakable darkness that set humanity's hearts free, so did the darkness of that summer morning liberate us to see that yes, there really is something more to life and existence than simply living them.
Pain endures, but hope conquers still.
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