One can make conjectures about emulation all one wants, or invent conspiracy theories – wouldn’t it be easier to give full credit to them? – to fill a void in acknowledging the other. But we didn’t know the other. That’s the fact. We did not. Did we? Whatever the diverse reasons behind an individual choice, the impotence of definition is what we have left. In our hands there’s no power of comprehension. The letting go is just a false guess. That is probably not the aspect that’s meant to be sought. That’s just about cleansing our conscience of the sense of guilt for having gotten all wrong, for days, months, maybe years. It’s not our fault, not necessarily. Taking care of oneself and trying to figure that out is a draining occupation already. And to pretend to take care of another or to get to know another before having the faintest idea about one’s own self is the root of all hypocrisies. All the idle talk, the vivid reconstructions – on the basis, of what? -, the glorifying or the condemning, all that is in the flesh of the living, not in the composure of the dead.
