A pedant who beheld Solon weeping for the death of a son said to him, βWhy do you weep thus, if weeping avails nothing?β And the sage answered him, βPrecisely for that reasonβbecause it does not avail.β It is manifest that weeping avails something, even if only the alleviation of distress; but the deep sense of Solonβs reply to the impertinent questioner is plainly seen. And I am convinced that we should solve many things if we all went out into the streets and uncovered our griefs, which perhaps would prove to be but one sole common grief, and joined together in beweeping them and crying aloud to the heavens and calling upon God. And this, even though God should hear us not; but He would hear us. The chiefest sanctity of a temple is that it is a place to which men go to weep in common. A miserere sung in common by a multitude tormented by destiny has as much value as a philosophy. It is not enough to cure the plague : we must learn to weep for it. Yes, we must learn to weep! Perhaps that is the supreme wisdom. Why? Ask Solon.
Miguel de Unamuno, Tragic Sense of Life















