Another tragedy, another stream of empty platitudes. Share your prayers, share your thoughts, share your magical wishes and cause a desired action over a distance. Wave your wizard wands, burn your incense, chant your scripture, call your Congresscritter.
Light a candle.
Sure, why not … like so much that we do it’s about ourselves, feeling like we can do something, change something, make it all better. Maybe we can quantum entangle our fairy tale dreams and bring the dead back to life. In fact, while we’re at it, if we all choose our words carefully, like good repressed puritans, we can erase all of our differences and pave the streets with gold and put a free range chicken in every pot.