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Ignorance is not bliss
focusing on the taillights in front of us, unconsciously avoiding the string of a thousand lights that illuminate and indicate one is in the tunnel, i realized a small consoling factor, an insight into the mind of terrorism that quiets the anxiety in me driven by the drivel of media hyperbole—the loss of economic welfare is recoverable, the loss of life is not. one is far more valuable than the other.
which is why at 6:15 a.m, stuck in the middle of this underwater thoroughfare, i am more frustrated than frightened. it is much more terrifying to be in the midst of tunnel traffic during rush hour—when the power of these fanatics wields the force of an apocalypse and prospectively the end of the world for a few thousand people who were just vying to get through to toil at an honest day of work.
there long have been many credible pundits who say that it’s not a matter of whether or not something’s going to happen, its just a matter of when.
thus, in this case, Ignorance is not bliss. it is simply an impatient omen of disaster.
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