That is about as low as I got.
I'm crying all the time now.
I cried all over the street when I left the Seattle Wobbly Hall.
I cried listening to Bach.
I cried looking at the happy flowers in my backyard.
I cried at the sadness of the middle-aged trees.
Happiness exists, I feel it.
I cried from my soul.
I cried for the world's soul, the world has a beautiful soul.
God appearing to be seen and cried over,
overflowing heart of Paterson.