A great fire burns within me, but no one stops to warm themselves at it, and passers-by only see a wisp of smoke.
Let us cry for the spilt milk, by all means, if by doing so we learn how to avoid spilling any more. Let us cry for the spilt milk, and remember how, and where, and why, we spilt it. Much wisdom is learnt through tears, but none by forgetting our lessons.
The heat of autumn is different from the heat of summer. One ripens apples, the other turns them to cider.