Have you ever had the kind of tears that seep through closed eyelids? The Waters of your Humanity that penetrate the earth of your body, and the fire of your soul, and the air of your breath? And as they run down your cheeks into the corners of your mouth, you realized the salt of Your Love tastes more like catastrophe paired with creation than an essential mineral of existence? And just when you've convinced yourself that they are a display of destitution you realize they smell more like home than the cookies your grandmother used to make? And to top it off once you felt like you could pinpoint your despair in a word, after that you realize that you didn't know the word for feeling everything? Then you curse the Gods and rejoice in them for making your pain your medicine?