It is the sense I value least yet use the most. It is in constant contact with my environment and provides me with my sense of reality. I can be easily misled by smells, tastes, sights, and sounds, but the simplicity of a touch can glide me over a spectrum of emotions without losing their sense of meaning. It is the most pleasurable of all the senses but also the most painful. I must also mention that this pleasure is no way a sexual reference, but in the broader sense of an affectionate hug or temple massage. It has the unusual ability of providing comfort, hope, and strength. How is such an unusual property possible? ”Museums and art stores are also sources of pleasure and inspiration. Doubtless it will seem strange to many that the hand unaided by sight can feel action, sentiment, beauty in the cold marble; and yet it is true that I derive genuine pleasure from touching great works of art. As my finger tips trace like and curve, they discover the thought and emotion which the artist has portrayed.” – Helen Keller
