Reverse Engineering
You have a problem. You don’t know where to start. You talk about your options, with family, friends, experts, and strangers (those who don’t have preconceived notions of the circumstances). You render some of the options a waste or your time. Where do you go next?
You have to look for the outcome. What do you hope to find at the end of your search? What do you hope to gain? That’s when you go to the end, to the outcome, and work your way backwards. Reverse engineering.
That’s where we are, concerning Owen’s death. One thing is for certain, he ain’t comin’ back to guide us. Although I believe Owen’s memory guides me in many, indescribable ways, he wouldn’t be likely to care about how we manage our way through the maze that has become…What happened to Owen?
Owen would relish the idea of his death maintaining its status as a mystery. We’re not so easily satisfied. He knew that. He also knew that we would work our asses off trying to figure out what happened on the night of May 29, May 30…and, that we may never know. I think he’s laughing his ass off watching us work our way through the machinations of the authorities charged with figuring it out, knowing all along, that they would not put much effort into the outcome. What, they would care???
Song for the night: Communication Breakdown, Led Zeppelin
I can imagine how hard it must be to let that issue go. Yet ,as you say , Owen himself might have a different take on it.
I like to KNOW things. Peru was really hard for me because everything was so beyond my control. Completely. When we were in most danger the night our car almost slipped off the mud road and plunged down the cliff, I had to work hard to swallow down the panic. I can’t control this, I had to admit, and I had to live with the fact that I chose to go down that road.
Thankfully I am home safe. I’m so sorry Owen is not.