Here, tears are the "thrown object", the watery wall that keeps out the Devil, not because the Devil is moved or made soft by them - he is not - but because there is something about the purity of true tears that causes the Devil's power to be broken. And we find this to be true when we cry for the love of God that nothing, nothing is on the horizon but the most bleak, the most dark and unredeemed possibilities, and yet the tears save us from being burned to the ground for no useful end. [...]
Crying is good, it is right. It does not cure the dilemma, but it enables the process to continue instead of collapsing [...] Our lives as we once knew them are over. We are desirous of being alone, perhaps being left alone. We can no longer rely on the fatherly dominant culture; we are in the midst of learning our real lives for the first time. We go on.