"…for Rousseau, humans have suffered a loss of pity. In "While My Guitar Gently Weeps," George makes a very similar point, and laments that love is sleeping. We haven’t yet awakened to love, or perhaps, we’ve lost the consciousness of how to love. Nobody taught us how to unfold our love because we’re being manipulated by those who profit at our shallowness; George claims we’re controlled by anonymous powers by whom we’ve been "bought and sold." Being thus been diverted, perverted and inverted. This is such a sadness that even his guitar can’t keep from crying."
(Popular Culture and Philosophy: The Beatles and Philosophy - Nothing You Can Think That Can’t Be Thunk; Edited by Michael Baur and Steven Baur; pg 81)