In memory of the victims.
All of this still seems unreal to me. Books. Art. Words. Our ability to think and to speak, to create and to write: these are part of what distinguish us from animals, these are the weapons only humans were given and only them can use.
My French teacher once said: "Words are the best weapons." and without further ado, I'd like to quote an extract from William Butler Yeats:
« O when may it suffice?
That is heaven's part, our part
To murmur name upon name,
As a mother names her child
When sleep at last has come
On limbs that had run wild.
What is it but nightfall?
No, no, not night but death.
Was it needless death after all? » Easter 1916, William Butler Yeats.
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