Closure is an American conceit. It’s expectation and entitlement past discomforts are made comfortable through any receptive combination of insights, ruminations, and apologies. Does the Iraqi war orphan enjoy this conceit? Not likely.

Living in a country with a bottomless cornucopia of therapy specialists available to assist in tilting at past windmills is testament to just how fortunate Americans are. Our basic human needs are so completely fulfilled we’ve got ample resources to indulge ourselves beyond this shared human condition:

Shit happens.