(scratching her forehead) Huh? What'z dis touchy-feely krap?
I dunno. When it comes to love, I prefer Elvis Presley.
(laughing) Each person has their own style.
Can you reach out
and touch the world afresh?
Can you bring objects far away
directly to your breast?
Can you touch a fading flower,
then imagine it back in time,
sensing when its petals first opened
and blossoms were in their prime?
When a breeze touches your skin,
can you sense how it started,
and where it will go?
Can you you read the cipher of our world
and sense its flow?
If so, are you not amazed
by the miracles that we undergo?