At work today, another one of those interminable conversations, drowning in banality . . .
"I just don't get it. What do they [the terrorists] want, anyway?"
Well, they don't want your women, your cars, your cash, your lifestyle.
Here's what they want.
They want to be the matter of your obsessions. They want to be the fabric of your fear. They want you to never forget.
You have defined their victory.