Written word, as does the voice, words spoken, arise from inside of this person, that, perhaps you once touched. Humility brings us to our knees. Look closely, there is no self conscious image, no delusion, no interesting garb or particular posture, overgrown eyebrows, no fine tuning. No pictures on the wall, no totems, no tokens, no false gods or hip hip. Emission of human emotion, true feeling. A desire to engage without pretension. No sudden accumulation of knowledge without a modicum of understanding. No rush of fake belief. As if. And if I hold you it is because I love you. Will you tell me, I know you. I know you do.