I said you had to do it. You said you didn�t want to. We talked about it, and we agreed that maybe I could help. I said you were wrong. You insisted you were right. We held each other�s hand, and right and wrong disappeared. I began crying. You began crying, too. We embraced, and between us grew a flower of peace. How I love this mystery called We! Where does it come from, out of thin air? I thought about this mystery, and I realized something: We must be love�s favorite child, because until I reach out for you, We is not even there. It arrives on the wings of tenderness; it speaks through our silent understanding. When I laugh at myself, it smiles. When I forgive you, it dances in jubilation. So We is not a choice anymore, not if you and I want to grow with one another. We unites us, increases our strength; it picks up our burden when you and I are ready to fall. The truth is that you and I would have given up long ago, but We won�t let us. It is too wise. "Look into your hearts," it says. "What do you see? Not you and I, but only We." � 1992 Michael Joseph Jackson - Dancing The Dream
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