My rough estimation of the mission of human life, granted in my short 28 years on this rock and as a part of this damned human race, is to ameliorate the suffering of each others' lives... to ease each others' pain.
In the context of what I'm working on and in a lot of the things I write, mourning shows up as the type of suffering that needs to be eased, yeah, but that's just because of... my own particular demons chasin' me in my nightmares, y'know, like the Red Knight on his Fire hoss in "The giraffeer King".
Individualism as a theory is nice but in practice it causes most people to just get obsessed with themselves and with owning stuff and shoring up their own particular comforts. That is not what we are here for, in my... again... rough estimation.
It'd make more sense if I had this thing done and could just give you a copy, Ennewhy, seriously.