To bring forth water from a stone… a miraculous task indeed. And if a stone were to quietly weep what would any one notice save for the moss growing on its flanks. The moss alone would appreciate the tears. So too it seems that few understand much less care that many soldiers weep quietly to themselves. These are not the ones who become tragic spectacles but the ones who like stones, endure. No large fissures of character allow for dramatic collapse. These stones are sturdy. And not all the water running down is silent crying, sometimes it merely rains. This captures most elegantly the emotions meant to be conveyed by this piece. Tears of stones may only be hidden by storms.