Every language has some register of expression at which it excels. These powers tell a great deal about the social history of each community: its origins, the tenor of its story, even its physical context and values. Languages of the global South often have unusual capacities for commiseration; this from deep experience in struggles for survival, in enduring acquaintance with loss and privation.
While attending a wake in a drought-ridden corner of Botswana, I heard the following expression, whose insight is evident in the events that harrowed a small town in Texas, events that have united millions in an awareness of tearful kinship.
In the house of grief and tears,
There can be no stranger.
*Travelers who face prolonged thirst have learned that a pebble placed on the tongue draws saliva into the mouth and relieves the unpleasant feel of a parched mouth, allowing the eye and will to fasten again on the oasis objective.