Can you imagine a guy breaking into your car and he steals your guitar case 'cause he thinks it's a guitar and he gets it home and opens it up and there's a rake inside it an electric toilet plunger and a dog skull? That actually happened.
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief of deep contrition and of unspeakable love.
