ah silent nights, noisy mornings, cacophony of various road works, cars and people disturbing my quiet life, do my morning rituals, do my sacred work, contemplate my navel, fritter away a chuck of space time, listen to the reports about the death of bin laden, mmm, the war on terrorism, there's a strange amount of chitter chatter, i'm confused, terrorism has been around a lot longer than the fall of the towers, it's always been with us, it's part of the human condition, who can speculate on it other than as an individual one wants to feel as safe as possible and we are all helpless in the actions of our governments, some more than others, we speculate what its truth we grab at theories, conspiracies, make judgements and point fingers but the truth is, it's all a fiction.