Sharing In The Human Experience   Why is it the things that we’re all so vulnerable to talk about are the very same things that make us all so Human? What are we all so afraid of?   Perhaps it’s the love, I’m sure it’s the tears. Why are we so hesitant to show one another the bottoms of our feet?   Do we think people will only see the dirt and not the soul?   At night, do we see only stars and not the Glorious, mysteriously Grand universe all around them as well?   Would it be nearly as beautiful if there were only stars… or only darkness?   If we meet someone…