You're welcome, Arthur - of course, we all are moved by different things subjectively. Sometimes, I write a poem and begin crying because it touched me--other times, I feel nothing, but others are moved. The more I go on, the more sensitive I become - I always thought it'd be the other way and cursed my sensitivity when I was younger. I see now that it's a gift, but I didn't always see it that way - I felt different and just wanted to be normal - strong, silent...inauthentic, I suppose, just like the other guys I hung out with who were never moved deeply by much. Needless to say, I don't see them anymore. Perhaps a necessary price to pay.