The finest qualities of our nature, like the bloom on fruits, can be preserved only by the most delicate handling. Yet we do not treat ourselves nor one another thus tenderly. ... Thoreau
There has only been just that one question.
Always.
A phrase simple enough to pronounce, yet so aggravatingly demanding to logically answer.
So it will be the heart that shall speak, and my eager hand that will follow.
"Who Am I ? "