since moving into my new abode, here in the heart of brooklyn, I have come to the very recent conclusion that I live in a district of religious warmth, a community rife with compassion, forgiveness, and a profound love for humanity. I sit here as I type away, sporadically adding to the megabytes already stored by the thousands of servers at blogger.com HQs, and listen to the harmonious singing of people praising to a lord that protected those that lived through the terrible events of the gulf coast this week. indeed, they’re singing praise to god. I can’t quite make out all the words, but the commercial quality of the harmony, and the distinct sincerity in my neighbors’ voices, brings me to a place I seldom have the opportunity to visit.

I can’t quite pull myself away from the affecting emotion that these words tonight, hold special meaning to those lost, those that perished, and those that are without doubt, going through one of this world’s worst nightmares.

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