He's a sensitive man who loves words, prose and poetry...and man, does he love his family...and they love him. I was counting on more substantive conversations. He has read Rilke, Rumi and Tagore. He thinks. He openly emoted in "the tank" and was not ashamed of his tears. He once told me that letting others see him weep might let them see their own humanity. This haiku is for him...and for them:
Rabindranath the poet,
Mankind can be saved.