A bit off-topic but worth passing along, I think...
I've subscribed to The Sun for years (it was even in our first book, Networking) principally because of the founding editor, Sy Safransky's "Notebook" at the back of each issue. In a desk cleanup earlier today, I found the page turned back on the June, 2010, column as I'd been planning to post an excerpt. Many gems in Sy's writing, including this one mouldering on my desk:
What if psychiatrists came up with different language to describe the suffering of people who troop into their consulting rooms every day? Instead of diagnosing a young woman with "borderline-personality disorder," how about "lost in the realm of the fluttering leaves?" Instead of "depression," how about "buried by avalanche, still breathing?" And, just as the Inuit have different words for snow on the ground and snow in the air and snow that drifts, maybe we could have differnt words for tears: tears we'll forget by tomorrow, tears we never cried but sould have, tears that fall from our children's eyes, tears that fall too quickly to wipe away...
And, might I add, Sy, "tears enroute to our eyes that we can only glimpse now..."?