An Ethics of Loss

I'm thinking about an ethics of loss and grief (Butler discusses this to some extent in her work on mourning). I truly believe that if we used loss as a lens through which to see the world and the people around us, we'd be more humane. Every loss of human life is so devastating. I wish we could truly feel the grief of that, a collective grief for all the people who are lost to war and poverty and lack of health care and racism and anti-transgender hatred and all forms of violence inflicted by the state. Why do we tolerate it? How can we create a world in which this kind of loss is intolerable? I want us to stop accepting death. I want us to stop turning away from it, saying "that's just the way it is." I want us to get enraged. I want us to say "no more."