In just about any disaster, this is one of the stories that inevitably comes out of it. It is immensely human, and goes to the core about what the news can do for us– provide an example that we are loving, that if we just work hard, we can contol things, that we have a say in what happens here on Earth at a time that it seems we don’t.
It’s a universal idea, one that everyone understands and can fit it into their own religion, or lack of one. We can all count the hours w/o food– the running clock is a character in the drama– and we can remember our own hungers or deprivation and match it against faceless suffering thousands.
And we goad on those who approach the piles and find mostly dead.We cheer them from a distance, with stomachs pits. Hooray for those who find the living.