What Comes Next?

What happens when you are told to go back to your normal life but have trouble finding your way there?

This is what the U.S. government asks of its citizens. "Enjoy life," President Bush says. "Go down to Disney World." Because it is normal to want to have fun. Buy stocks, say the Wall Street cheerleaders, boost the market, because it is normal to want to get rich. Feel your feelings, say the grief counselors, because anger is normal and anguish is cleansing and there's nowhere to hide in any case. A party store in Texas gets an order for 10 of its Osama bin Laden pinatas from a California therapist who says she wants them for her patients. Take a gamble, come to Las Vegas, say the ads for the convention bureau, because "it's time to get away." But that doesn't mean we are arriving at normal.

Or that we ever will again, if normal means Sept. 10. In our mourning for the way we were, there is some comfort in admitting that our world back then was not as safe as we thought; and it may not now be quite as dangerous as it seems. It helps to find people whose fears are whirling out of control, because they make you feel sane and brave by comparison. A rich couple in Coral Gables, Fla., buys gas masks and chemical suits for the whole family; bemused neighbors inquire whether they are designer label. At least one Hollywood celebrity asks his security consultant about liquidating assets and burying gold in his backyard. OUTBREAK TRAINING reads the sign on the door of the Iowa Public Health Department. Smallpox? Or chicken pox?

What officials did in public, the public did in miniature. We are all intelligence officers now. Two hundred people showed up for "Middle East 101" at Christ Community Church in Idaho Falls, Idaho. Books on biological warfare, the Taliban and terrorism are selling out; so is the Koran, and maps of Afghanistan. "Is there an Islam for Dummies?" asks a guest at a dinner party in Des Moines, Iowa. We're spending a lot on defense right now, enlisting sentries and maintaining checkpoints that provide the kind of security we need to go about our business. Smell the tap water before you drink it. Carry extra cash. Plan your escape route.

"It's very hard to fight a guerrilla war with conventional forces," President Bush said, which is why the action was elsewhere last week. The armies were indeed at war, but for the moment it was the armies of foreign ministers and finance wizards and spooks and geeks and anyone who could somehow trap and strangle the enemy. Meanwhile, the new generals of Homeland Security tried to button down the country, knowing that any U.S. attack is likely to trigger a retaliatory strike and that this time we need to be ready. We will just have to get used to something we have never seen: the regular sight of soldiers on our streets, in the airports, at the malls. In Los Angeles security guards were searching old ladies' pocketbooks as they arrived at the Tony Bennett concert. There are no more public tours of the Alabama Army depot where they store 2,254 tons of nerve-gas shells. There are no White House tours either.