Why Break The Grappling?
My first impulse was one of a distant sadness, but that quickly gave way to a curiously arid, pragmatic assessment. That hardly seems fair! Weren't these men, in their own ways, decent, thoughtful, and devoted? Surely, there must have been perceptible signs of something going well amiss, ahead in their lives.
That may or may not have been the case, and each was certainly worthy of more than a few mumbled remembrances, after the fact. It takes one Hell of a sharp statement, to rise above the calamitous roar of this world. As there are no encores, we are forced to recall what was said in the moment, regardless of whatever else was being said at the time, or preceding it. And, in too many cases, decrypting the message doesn't reveal much more, as it was delivered abruptly and without herald. Sadness, pity, or self-recrimination are the mark of a person caught flat-footed by the incomprehensible. Incomprehensible is exactly the starting point toward, not the exit from awareness or sensibility of our condition. We as living creatures may weave and bob with the incomprehensible every day, and thus wean ourselves from what is comprehensible in our discourse with others; How else can we deal with incomprehensible scales of wealth or poverty, rectitude or depravity, indifference or esteem? How indeed, if these values were loosed from their moorings, never learned, or simply slack from disuse? There are remarkably few tears to shed, in consideration of this oversight.
"Old friends, we've found you out here, at last,
On your backs, in a field of close-cut grass,
At last, agape, as the Sun, clouds and stars drift by
Attended by Ravens, who prefer to visit unhurried, rather than to fly.
Dumbfounded at last, we, on your choice of repose,
look around each other faces, wondering, "Who knows?",
Who knew, or might have recognized your need,
and forestalled you from this irreversible deed?"