We've heard the saying: A butterflies flaps its wings in Peking and it rains in Central Park.

It has various permutations dealing with sneezes, wars, beetles, earthquakes - all the various minutia and grand events that make up human life. The point being - each moment connects us.

With yesterday's happy Olympic news for London, followed by today's suddenly horrific news of terrorists blasts, there are a wide range of thoughts on all sides for London. There is certainly the terrorist point of view - hard to ignore, but not willfully given credit or airtime on this keyboard. There is London's point of view, to be sure a shocked perspective, but one not so easily drummed into silence, and one historically quick to harden in the face of adversity. And there is the world's point of view - an amalgam of ideas of the significance of London's triumph and trial.

What strikes me as interesting after any one of these "highly coordinated" attacks from fractured affiliations of Quaeda is the affect on the world, instantaneously - and I wonder if it's the intended response, altogether. I wonder if this aspect has been thought through as they assemble their detonators and hide their explosives without so much as a thought to the size or age of the carnage they would inflict.

News flashes across the globe along phone lines and web pages. Worlwide oil prices drop. Markets in New York and across Europe pause mid-trade. The G8 Conference delays announcements. Israel cancels travel plans for Netanyahu while demonstrating solidarity with its newly embattled brother London. Japan combs through reports looking for its citizens near the blast. Australia convenes its Counterterror Group as it quietly hails the luck of an Aussie that narrowly missed the Bali attack, and again was spared London's tragedy. Canada's government mobilizes to ensure safety in the wake of these events. The US Stock market reels, millions are late for work catching the latest updates, and changes to our own security threat levels are mulled over. All over the world, governments and citizens alike brace for the next shoe to fall, and the next casualty reports, and as if we were all witness to a horrid car crash in front of us on the highway, check to ensure ourselves and loved ones are strapped in and safe.

One would think the point of Terrorism is to tear this world apart, break it down, shatter its resolve, dismember society blast by pimitively brutal blast. And you might say that the above examples lend themselves to the idea of fragility. Perhaps, but then again, London and all the world is still standing. I think it more lends itself to immediacy, interconnection, and even a sense of global intimacy. It is not so different in a family. Each member is only human, a fragile, mortal coil. Together, a family is resillient, lasts generations, protects its own, and can be a formidable force of humanity in its own right. Likewise, each time this happens, it proves only that the world is too interconnected not to care, now. It only makes everyone take notice as a single Nation of Mankind. What terrorists would hope to do, demonstrates the polar opposite.

And to London I would say this: We felt your joy yesterday knowing that you would welcome the world to your home in 7 years. We feel your loss and pain this morning, or tonight, or this evening, wherever we may be, as you care for your injured and carry away your dead. Just as family would, we cheer your highest moment, and share your biggest fears, and stand by you in your outrage, and mourn your dearest loss. All these we feel at the same time - joy to fear. Just like a single life is comprised of these extremes, so are we all together.

An hour ago, a friend of mine sent me a text message: "I can't believe I'm in New York City the day of a terrorist attack."

I leapt to the Internet and Television to find out what happened, thinking it was in NYC. But it was London. Oddly it gave me no sense of relief. I realized then it made no difference - it still affects the major cities, every place where people gather, save London's more direct grief, the same way. We all gather today at the same dinner table to hash out these same worries. It makes us vigilant and uneasy. It perhaps makes us angry. It makes us worried for others. It makes us think, as one.

And thus the Accidental Empire is born - one forged from the common desire for safety and security, for higher ideals of libetry and dignity, for hearts and minds unfettered by hate and strengthened in fellowship and concern for a human family flung across the globe.

Being a fan, I have to ask what counsel would Yoda give at the forging of this new Alliance?

"Do, or do not. There is no try."