In crossing your arms over your chest, your breast, what are you hiding, what secret do you guard? Or is it that, feigning invincibility, in realty, you shield your most glaring vulnerability? Who suggested this futile attempt at seeming self-exaltation, preservation of self? Or, in the fear of betrayal of inexperience, do you imagine in pretended defiance the illusion of dominance?

Make up your mind to open your heart. No confession is silent; no revelation, opaque. Declare, disclose, divulge. In cultivating vulnerability, rather than flaunting impenetrability, in steadfastness, fear is quelled. Defy, instead, in fact, the force compelling compliance to imperious exploitation. With an open heart and a generosity of spirit, boldly brandish your tolerance, your compassion, your benevolence, your dissimilarity.