"Where is this?" Receiver asked. Dark replied, "The Ocean of Tears, where all tears go when you cry, and these are all the tears from all the human beings that ever lived. Crows and animals don't cry tears. Only people. Now you must ask your questions of this ocean where it breaks." With that the crow named Dark again became a thousand crows that flew away.

We entwine with spiderwebs of dreaming,
cobwebs of our pasts around our ankles,
discovering new decorations of our souls
in holy moments of time loving.

Otherwise we wolf down all the instants
toward our demise,
the end of want and wish,
where our own wolves will eat us,
never knowing the hours
we loved without a listener,
flowers in snow.

So, while wondering why animals and birds don't cry, Receiver went to the towering and crashing waves at the beach, and in the short silence between each crash of the breaking waves, he would cry, "Where are my Others?" Finally the Ocean said, in many crying and crashing voices that made Receiver cry to hear them, "You search in good cause. Come in where I stiffen. Our Greatest Sorrow will take you where you must go."

Receiver found that when he took a step into the water, he stayed on top the water, where it was calm and smooth, and as he walked, the Ocean of Tears would stiffen, as if made of glass. There were also strange flames in the Ocean, where the tears were most bitter. He walked out further into the Ocean, where he began to be afraid, and then a mighty wave came, and as it rose up before Receiver, it stopped and said, "I'm the Greatest Sorrow, that man and animals hurt others and kill, and I'll help you learn."

With that the wave lifted and fell over him, and Receiver found himself in a great whirling tube of water, that became smaller at each end, until he was in a tiny round room of water, and then the wave let him go, and he was falling through the rain in a hollow raindrop, with lightning and thunder all around, and he was afraid, but he couldn't get out of his raindrop, and he wasn't sure he should.

There in the hurtling rain he saw visions of the terrible memories of the Ocean of Tears.