A man cries next to his destroyed house in Onagawa, where his mother is still buried in the rubble h/t The Guardian
Sometimes, a picture gets you more than a thousand words.
Looking at this Japanese man in the snow, crying for his mother, his destroyed house and his lost life,
you cannot help echoing one of the ancient primal cries of all creation,
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On other days, however, in other circumstances, Creation, of course, sings a different song, no less ancient, no less primal. And the refrain of that song is just as mysterious: