Here, come to me. Hug me real tight. Not enough. Tighter. There. Savor the warmth of my being. But come to think of it you and I -- are just one. Different but the same. Now, let it go. Do not keep it in. Do not hold your breath because such is what you do when you are enslaved. Let it flow. Let fall, your river of tears. Flood out your resentments and distress. Fears and worries. Disappointments and weariness. Sadness and torment. Now, breathe deeply. There. Until you have reached the very core of your humanity. Now, once again, you are ready to continue the mission you have started. Let me see, yet again, that smile of yours that is full of purpose. Hold my hands. Do not ever let go. For at this very moment, we will look for them together. We will light that path in the wilderness with our astute view. Again, we will fuel the ones who are exhausted with the flames of our love. We will restore to life the deafening shrill and rejoicing. The melodies and the songs, we will let ec...