There's a ton of weeping in The Odyssey, and almost no laughter. At every greeting, every parting, every safe landing, every escape: weeping, weeping, weeping. And I realized: Weeping is the emotion of middle age. Once you get to your forties, no joy fails to remind you of it's opposite, or it's cost, or those not present to share it; no sorrow fails to get it's due. To weep is to be human, to be alive, to have grown up.
From No-Man's Lands
by Scott Huler