On Remembering
Many years ago, I read a Paulo Coelho book entitled “ By the River Piedra, I Sat Down and Wept. ” At the moment, I don’t recall much of the details of the book except for two things: first, it tells the story of a young woman named Pilar and her childhood friend: a young, charismatic, and handsome man who, in the story, travels with Pilar as she embarks on a journey of self-discovery as they cross over the Spanish border into France. The plot thickens: there is a lot of passionate, romantic chemistry between Pilar and her friend. In fact, he is in love with Pilar and she likewise loves him; but then the thing is, he’s a seminarian. The second detail, and perhaps the more important one: the title of the book alludes to Psalm 137, which begins with the verse: “ By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat weeping when we remembered Zion. ” Psalm 137 expresses the yearning of the Jewish people during the Babylonian exile: ho...