How snowflakes remind us of Vigilance.
January 15, 2004—Ground Zero Plus 855
Watching The Snow--A Palette Of Vigilance
GROUND ZER0, New York, N.Y.--Jan. 15,
2004 -- It is 9 degrees in New York City and the snow is falling
slowly outside my fifth-floor apartment window in the East Village.
something pure and relaxing watching the snow float down
There is something pure
and relaxing about watching the snow parachute in tiny puffs of white,
as though each flake was a Seed of Vigilance, void of any hint or
stain of Terrorism, on its way to wash the earth, to cleanse it
momentarily of the Beast of Terror's claw prints.
I love the
I love the snow.
For more than three decades I lived in Southern California where the
temperature closely resembles the Mediterranean. Snow just
didn't have a chance.
There was an incredible beauty in Dana Point,
where my wife and I lived. The sunsets and ocean surf
lapping against the land was without equal. But, it was
the same each and every day. Beauty became monotonous.
Moving to New York City some four years ago
brought with it the return of seasons. Suddenly the
sweltering hot of summer turned to the frigid cold of winter, and in
between leaves turned from green to gold to mulch.
As I look out my window now, the trees that
earlier this spring were bursting with buds and leaves are bare.
Like the bear who retreats into the cave to slumber through the
winter, the green of life has tucked its head into the bark, waiting
for the ice and snow to pass before returning when winter retires.
Terrorism sometimes strips a Tree of Vigilance of its color making
it appear vulnerable
I think of the
Tree of Vigilance. It isn't always green and flourishing.
Sometimes, like the trees lining our street, the branches are bare.
Battling Terrorism sometimes strips a Tree of Vigilance of its color,
denuding it, making it appear vulnerable.
But I know that the trees outside are not
weak or Intimidated. They are refueling, regenerating
Sometimes I think the world has gone to
sleep when it comes to Vigilance. Recently I was told by
someone to stop sending my web page to him and his friends.
It bothered me that not everyone is as interested in fighting the
Beast of Terror as I am. Then I thought about it.
Some people go dormant.
Their desire to be Vigilant may not die or fall into a state of
Complacency, but rather they recharge their batteries, refuel
The snow makes me think along these
While I believe every one should take
the Pledge of Vigilance and vow to its Principles each day so they
don't forget their role as a Parent of Vigilance, I also understand
the challenge this lofty goal meets when it is presented to the
market. Not everyone has the same passion for Vigilance.
I step back
from my battle with the snow Beast.......
The snow, cleansing the city, also
like a snowflake
I step back a little from my battle
with the Beast and think like a snowflake. Maybe there is
a reason for bitter cold. Maybe when the wind chill drops
to 30 degrees below zero we are supposed to sit quietly in our homes,
warm and cozy, just to think and relax without battering our heads
against brick walls.
I will try and not think about the
Beast of Terror waiting outside my door for me, waiting to ambush me
when I least expect it.
No, I'll try to think of a single
snowflake falling down from the sky, formed from the tears of the
Sentinels of Vigilance who shed them for us all who forget to remember
one can never relax or release the duty of Vigilance.
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