There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.
I have seen the movement of the sinews of the sky, And the blood coursing in the veins of the moon.
When you make something, cleaning it out of structural debris is one of the most vital things you do.

