If there is a solution to the Jack puzzle, it is letting go of one's past. That's the box. AFter that, the rest is just sorting out one's heartache.

You meet a guy at a bar, and you fall in love with him, and wish he'd come back, but he never does. Maybe he's Jack, but how long are you going to wreck your life looking for him? Six months? A year? TWo? Maybe four?

If there's a question which haunts me more than anything, what am I going to find when I find it? Considering all events up to date. What if everyone lied because the truth wasn't so horrible to them, but rather disappointing? And you fight so hard to find it, only to be killed by it--not as in someone kills you, but you are murdered in a symbolic way or by suicide. Your psyche dies when it can't make sense of its world. Bit by bit. d. Eventually, psychosis or suicide are options.

What is being proactive? Isolation? Locking yourself away? To lessen the noise? STay at home? Is that healthy? No. Because it's like the man who was driven into a cave by the outside world, out of the cave by the sound of dribbling water which was coming from a creek inside. Eventually, you have to re-join society.