I am giving a presentation to a group of people, reading my hand-written prose from long yellow sheets of paper. As I drone on and on in a fragmented, halting way, the audience is becoming restless and disaffected; I am losing them. And I am losing my own place in my manuscript as well. Finally, in frustration and some despair, I think, “What’s the use?” I then break away from my text and start speaking to the audience directly, my voiced filled with emotion. In fact, I begin to weep. With this, one man gets up in alarm, as if he wants to go for help. I respond by saying, “No, you don’t have to do that. I can communicate with you in this way. This is the way we should be communicating.”