A journalist is supposed to present an unbiased portrait of an event, a view devoid of intimate emotions. This is impossible, of course. The framing of an image, by its very composition, represents a choice. The photographer chooses what to show and what to exclude.
It is possible to provide security against other ills, but as far as death is concerned, we men live in a city without walls.
O what is life, if we must hold it thus as wind-blown sparks hold momentary fire?