Abstract

“Grief” describes a pattern which recurs, with different variations, in the weave of our life.[I]n grief nothing ‘stays put’. One keeps on emerging from a phase, but it always recurs. Round and round. Everything repeats.Wittgenstein was apt to point out that many of the things we do are not based on reasons, opinions, or beliefs, and hence are not amenable to any explanation that could make them more intelligible to us than they are already—at least, no explanation of the sort that tries to tell us what the thing or form of behavior is for. When it comes down to it, they are simply what we do. They are there, “like our life.”3 If asked why these things are done, “We can only describe and say, human life is like..