I just turned on the TV as some of the cable news networks were engaged in hyping the fact that Australia has announced that satellites have imaged two pieces of debris in the southern Indian Ocean that might be from the disappeared flight. They are sending planes there to take a more extensive look.
This could be another incident like the Chinese satellite images that turned out to be nothing. On the other hand, this announcement was made by the Australian prime minister Tony Abbott. So it seems that something more may be up, or at least that these particular objects have a higher degree of similarity to what might have come from an airplane.
I know that I want the mystery cleared up. I want the plane to be found. I know that I also believe the passengers are dead either way: whether this was successful terrorism that met its goal, unsuccessful terrorism with the plane crashing before its goal was met, or whether the whole thing was an accident after all. But when the possibility of finding some debris from the plane was announced, I also realized that I must have been holding onto some sort of hope that the passengers would be found alive after all, because I felt some sorrow.
If this debris is from the plane it would mean, of course, that they are dead. It would also mean that at some point the black boxes would probably be found, though, and enough information gleaned to discover what happened. I also read that black box cockpit voice recorders only contain the last two hours of the flight—that they record in a loop, and earlier parts of a flight are erased. If that is so, we would only get the voice data concerning the final two hours of the flight, which would not include the crucial hours of the beginning of the mechanical problem or hijacking. On the other hand, the flight data recorder can yield 25 hours of flight data, which would certainly include the technical information for the entirety of Flight 370.