You are scared beyond words. You actually come to believe that you are going to die. If you go through that and then have small acts of kindness, little by little you find yourself feeling an enormous sense of gratitude.

It's too soon to tell.

They can't do the work of grieving because their reflex thinking goes to the motive and meaning. You could argue that it's a human impulse. From the families' perspective, it has to be dealt with.

There were certain code words they used to determine he was fine, that he had no problem whatsoever. That's why the officers weren't alerted.

Understanding requires words. Some things cannot be reduced to words. There are things that can only be experienced wordlessly... The act of saying that things exist that cannot be described in words shakes a universe where words are supreme.

I am a man of few words, but many riddles.