When I stopped chasing logic I realized everyone is just like me. Crying out collectively they could not be heard. The loud voices are equal to mental screams. No one hearing a peep. No one listening. Even if they heard they would never understand.
In that moment it hit me. Things stay the same. When you leave home and return again things are the same. Maybe a new shopping center on a previously empty corner, or dishes in the sink from the children or a spouse. For the most part things stay the same.
Especially when people die. No example paints a picture of the point like death. People leave things right where they were as if they were coming back to them. Tooth brush and toothpaste prepared on the bathroom counter. Even the television remote left in the designated spot ready to fill a quiet room with sound and color. We change but things stay the same.