A promise of corporal honesty. Pulsating, with every fleshy heartbeat felt through the walls of human fingers.  Touch, is without a doubt a sensation that drives the human condition to open our hearts and to give, not for the sake of receiving but for the hope of being wrapped in a warmth beyond isolating variables.
I too solemnly swear to reach beyond myself, forgetting a calculated system of measure, to love with the intent of warming the very fiber of man’s being, with intent of erasing that vile feeling of loneliness, to entirely embrace cooperative spirit and to know it was not in vain. [Kristen Delaney]