Have you ever had someone very close to you die? Perhaps inopportunely, untimely, tragically, perhaps suicidally?
How acute is the suffering when first you learn of that death?
The agony is unspeakable.
And then time goes by.
Funny how it goes.
The death becomes a memory, and a fading one at that.
Eventually you and all that knew the deceased, also die.
And then the memory just becomes hearsay.
Perhaps written about in a book. Third row from the top.
Two books to the right.
Amongst one hundred, one thousand, one million, of the same tragic books.
"Yes here I believe is his biography'
`Thank you, thank you, I've been looking for this for ages'
you say to the Librarian.
`But now I must go home and cook some beans,... I have a job
You say with a happy grin.
But I will read it; I promise.