For the tragedy of September 11th: A memorial

I perceive a place of fundamental conditions, of time slowed and time lost, of space collapsed and light infused. This will obviously be a place where tragedy is remembered as well as the joys of lives remembered. How does one get over such a tragedy, especially one so close to home? This is unlike recent War Memorials where men and women died on foreign soil. Terrorism wrenches one into the real. This is the everyday that is wrought with destruction and tom to destruction. It is the chasm between the ordinary day, where occurrences take place of home and family, and the destruction of a life lost in the blink of an eye. The cold war was a similar time. Where the unexpected could occur at any second, and time would stop and death would abound. This is a place of healing and of graceful passage. Where the tears of so many will be shed in mourning the lost souls. I want to compose a place for people to face the tragedy of 9/1 l. The image of what fell on September 11th was not only 3000+ lives but also the loss of an icon. This is a place of phantoms. So soon into the tragedy we do not know what will come. How can we think of a memorial at such a time? How can we not? Will tomorrow change everything in the blink of an eye?