It's not about an infamous date circled on a calendar.

It's not about aftermath.

It's not about Iraq.

It's not about speculation and claims of further conspiracies.

It's not about "team coverage" on TV news and images of bodies falling off buildings.

It's not about the price of oil or more videotaped messages from cowards.

It's not about who is running for president.

It's not about whose WTC real estate development sketches are better.

It's not about congressional inquiries.

It's not about a sequential frame-by-frame look at United Flight 175 crashing into the south tower of the World Trade Center.

It's not about being an excuse for airline bankruptcies.

It's not about long lines at airport security.

It's not about how the world will never be the same.

It's not about any of that.

Today is about Michael and Amy, Alicia, Robert, Wanda, Victor, Sandra, CeeCee, Jason, Lorraine, Deborah, Alfred, Michael, Amy, Leroy, Kathryn, and the hundreds of other people who were friends, lovers, crewmembers, heroes, and above all else, sweet and wonderful souls.

Reflect, remember, and love these people forever.