Let's set the tone of my sentimentalizes here from the the first by speaking to you wonderful people of something that is near and dear to my heart. That is the intent within which we all encounter other people. What is it that we want to relay to them. One of hope and understanding or one of authority and rigidity?
Do we, when we extend our hands, close our hands and extend only our index finger in a pointing accusation or with all digits extended in a warm and loving, firm hand shack?
How many stand off and how many embrace each other in a warm, inviting hug?
What is love and how far does it extend? Is it for all people, by virtue of them being who they are or is it for us, so we can see farther and deeper than our eyes ever could?
Is it the person we see or their potential that we reach out for and in doing that, how much of ourselves do we place in jepardy of disappointment and disillusionment?