“This longing you express is the return message. The grief you cry out from draws you toward union. Your pure sadness that wants help is the secret cup. Listen to the moan of a dog for its master. That whining is the connection." Rumi, A Man Was Crying All I could say: “oh no. Oh No. Oh no." But those were just sounds. There are no words. I can’t fathom her pain; the raw, open wound of her body. I try to imagine, but I can't. She is gone, too. Annihilat