Someone has said that a sucker is born every minute.  Some salesmen like to remember that as they market their goods.  I became a believer in that theory when, a few years ago, people began to sell pet rocks.  And people bought them.  I never think about pet rocks without thinking about some lines from a Simon and Garfunkel song.  It really pegs people:

I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock.  I am an island.
And a rock feels no pain and an island never cries.

Is that why people bought pet rocks?  Is that the reason we choose not to love?  A rock feels no pain and an island never cries.

Yet, I’ve begun to believe that even greater than the pain of loving is the pain of not loving at all.  Nothing is more excruciating than the pain of life without feeling and love.