The sky looks so gray. And its cold outside. Not blatantly cold, but a real tangible cold, the kind that silently numbs your digits and penetrates into your bones. And its raining. Not a huge downpour, but just a sort of depressing drizzle. I sat in my car, waiting for the light to turn green, drifting away in random thoughts. Down the driver's side window, a solitary drop of water rolls halfway down ..... pauses for an eternity .... then continues onward to the bottom. Of all the rain and raindrops and water, this solitary drop forgot about everything else, held the entire universe captive ... .. wow, that looked like so much like a teardrop - a tear walking down the face of a person, shifting left, then right, then further down, with each contour, each delicate detail of a person's face. And then I notice the sadness in the person's eyes. And I taste the saltiness and bitterness of the tear on the corner of my mouth ... and its so weird, how intensely human sadness and tears are. some people think its a bad thing to cry, but maybe its a worse thing to not be able to cry. because among the things that separate and divide people, there are also those things that belong to every member of the human race; that are undeniable evidence that we're all the same inside, that no matter what kind of background we hail from, what kind of circumstances we live in, nobody is exempt from sorrow. maybe tears are some sort of validation of our frailty and humanity. they say, "congratulations, you are a bonafide human being." And God ... I think God gives all of us tears as a gift too, and maybe as a reminder of a future glory. I believe he really does see every tear, and even though sometimes we feel so much pain and so much hurt, or so alone, that God knows and he never forgets. Then I looked again at all the acts of oppression which were being done under the sun. And I saw the tears of the oppressed and that they had no one to comfort them; and on the side of their oppressors was power, but they, too, had no one to comfort them. So I congratulated the dead who are already dead more than the living who are still living.