There must be something strangely sacred in salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.

Shall I come to you, a boundless drop to a boundless ocean.

Here I sit between my brother the mountain and my sister the sea. We three are one in loneliness, and the love that binds us together is deep and strong and strange.

And the self-same well from which your laughter rises was often-times filled with your tears.

For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one

He suffered much, but he understood the mystery of pain: he knew that tears make all things shine.