When I watch these movies, and we get to the women and children first scenes, I let my tears fall. Do others? There I am, in my little house, on my little couch, touching the ache, maybe alone, or maybe not. I think the ache is trying to tell us something. I think it’s trying to point us toward a larger truth. To uncover it, to turn it over in our hands like a rock, would be highly disruptive, I bet. We migh…