Here I write in the middle of winter; the sun has rarely shown itself and the rain has been pouring down. Yet knowledge and the definition of that very word. Belief about something is not knowledge. Having an idea about something is not knowledge. Knowledge comes only by personal application. For if ones do not personally experience, one never has knowledge.
But back to the question of pouring out of water…from my eyes. I look upon all that is existing in this temporal existence and along with the endearment, there is also pity. Pity because of our reveling in this destructive nature. Mankind does not want its home to be taken, yet it takes others. The pollution of clutter, noise, light(artificial), luxury, indulgence; everything that is a want above a need is this destructiveness. But there are those who are of the spirit that are freeing themselves from this nature of the world and are working toward doing even less.
Keep in mind, if you want, that this world, existence, is temporary and ultimately mere illusion.