Upon a dreary day, a man speaks to a boy about well.
The man Says,
The branches are well, yet we will weap.
Do we weap because they are well?, the boy asks.
No, says the man, we weap because they could not have been.
Then why do we weap?, the boy asks.
Because, the man says, without weaping, we show we never will understand the well.
Upon a dreaky day, a man speaks to a boy about life.