My annoyance with mere stimulus/response outpourings is, I suppose measured against the JFK aftermath: in that case the majority of those--while suffering from a pre-deifying groping for words--were likely as heart-felt essays as mobs of people ever might display. (And even the aftermath of that proved salubrious: enabled the passage of the Civil Rights Act--LBJ-as-proxy--as could only have been dreamed-on, prior. For: had he lived, even? most improbable.) Grief, it appears can catalyze an authentic return to humanity.. for a time.

Techno now allows/nay forces us to assimilate the whole Gaussian-curve from the eloquent to the maudlin/all-at-Once! What then shall we reserve? for a billion outpourings, (say) whenever it dawns on some Super-majority: the incipient, maybe probable Loss of an entire Home-planet? ... (never mind the personal loss of one's Veyron or customized-black-707 air taxi. Or authentic cat.)