The world is no longer safe. I was too young to know that on October 12, 2000. I should have realized it on September 11, 2001, but perhaps it was too surreal. I should have realized it on October 12, 2002. It should have all made sense on March 11, 2004.

But now it is July 7, 2005, and I am finally understanding it. While I slept, terrorist bombs struck the London Underground and a bus. Hundreds of people were injured. Some are dead. Eyewitnesses are telling their stories. More details should come throughout the day. I haven't had occasion to turn on my TV yet.

My heart goes out to the British people. My mother's cousin's wife is British, and I can only imagine how devastated she must feel right now. For anyone to allow this to happen... it just isn't right. No man should treat his fellow man in that way. World leaders will only inevitably strike back at the terrorists, and that means they'll strike back in retaliation to that. It's a vicious cycle. A war.

As you may see, I've hoisted a little Union Jack at the upper right-hand corner of the page. If some sort of relief fund sprouts up, I'll make it a link to that.

But meanwhile, here I am on July 7, 2005 -- 7/7, no matter which side of the pond you're on -- and I finally realize that terrorist attacks can happen anytime, anywhere. If you don't know where they'll strike, there's no use in trying to hide from them, because otherwise you won't be able to live your life. You can't let them get to you like that. You just have to keep on moving.