When a person realizes he has been deeply heard, his eyes moisten. I think in some real sense he is weeping for joy. It is as though he were saying, "Thank God, somebody heard me. Someone knows what it's like to be me."
Fear of something is at the root of hate for others, and hate within will eventually destroy the hater.
Move forward, move ever forward and tweet out a picture of the results. It may make you famous.
The things that we love tell us what we are.