<<not the depths of what we have seen this week.>>

No, indeed. But to the heights of what we have seen this week--when the grandeur of the human spirit has shown itself in very small, very intimate acts of kindness, caring and immense self-sacrifice. The front of what is good in us is in the minutia of interpersonal act and expression. If I can occassionally be convinced that anything exists in this world, it is love. New Yorkers begin to donn their poker faces again, but we have seen each others' hearts. Along with every anguish, that is the vision to sear into heart and mind as memorial of what this time has wrought.