A miner and a writer are no different in many respects, journeying into the deep dark depths of the earth, the other of his soul. Both searching to bring something back from darkness to light.

A writer does not cry, not that his pain is any less or any different, merely the manner of expression. Where another’s pain is witnessed  through the running of tears across a face, his tears are different, they are ink, nor do they run across faces, but rather upon pages.