A child learns to walk first by faltering, even falling down, but always getting back up. So too is the case for one who looks to gain consistency in their actions.
A single touch outstrips a hundred words, sweeter than honey, softer than rose. But love pure, outweighs them all - the delicate caress, the gentlest prose. It embraces without contact, speaks without words. Never seen, always felt...that which cannot be…
