Every single episode of season four of Queer Eye on Netflix brought me to tears. ‘I can’t write left-handed' and 'Grandma’s hands’ by Bill Withers never fails to elicit the same response. That Christmas commercial where a family or a group of kids decorate the home of the elderly single person has made me cry for decades. 

A few friends/colleagues encouraged me to write about the simmering rage I referred to in an earlier writing. I am doing so by writing about this experience through my senses in an attempt to share the multisensory experience of deep cognition - knowing.