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"Facts DO NOT cease to exist because they are ignored." I'm a truth-seekin', free-speakin', beat freakin' son of a gun. I'm a Georgian from Germany. I'm a kid in adult's clothing. I'm a philosopher in clown shoes. Do I know me? Well, I know me today, but who will I be tomorrow? Follow along and we'll find out together...

Monday, March 22, 2010

People Who Hold Hands

People Who Hold Hands matter. Not that those of us with our hands in our pockets don't matter, but People Who Hold Hands show a solidarity, an indication that two, or three, or many more have come together. Some of us hold hands when we pray. We hold the hands of youngsters when we cross the street. Lovers hold hands to display their affection for each other. It is a subtle gesture, yet one that resonates to all the world, a symbol that silently shouts that a couple, or a group, holds fast to one another. We hold hands ever-so-briefly when we make an acquantaince - we call it a 'handshake'. It's at once innocent and demanding, casual and oh-so-intimate. Some hold on loosely like dead fish; some try to impose their will with their grip. With such a simple action, how can so much be taken from it? It is but a touch, yet a touch can mean so much. If a picture is worth a thousand words, a hand is worth a million. A true gentleman doesn't get hitched, he takes a hand in marriage. 'Gimme a hand' means give me some help. Giving someone a hand can also mean giving them your praise for a job well done. A hand could be just five fingers stuck together, or it can mean the world. Hands up, stand up, join together. Peace and Love. And wherever you're at, even if I can't feel ya, just know I'm reaching out a hand to try.