Love your interpretation and hopefulness. Disagree that we find solace there. Emily Dickinson says:
'Hope' is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—
And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—
I've heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.
'Diving into the wreck' Has the same vibe as ' Go all the way' By Charles Bukowski... If you wish to seek the truth or however you interpret it (that which you know you need, but do not have) You must give it all.... as he said "it may lead to derision, mockery, isolation. Isolation is the gift of how much you really want to do it" She did not dive down for the story... but rather dove down for "It"