On True Sorrow

You trivialize your sorrows by speaking of them with empty words in the presence of empty listeners. You are children still, and hypocrites, fearful still of what you cannot comprehend. Those who know true sorrow are silent, and wise, for they know that no words can communicate the experience, and no mockery of empty words can abate its memory. To feel true sorrow is not, as some would claim, a basic human capacity. Basic humans can only know basic sorrows, and their basic sorrows are rightly spoken of with basic words. True character is the prerequisite of true sorrow, and rare is the person of true character.