Why that quote?

Not everyone takes their raw abraded selves to the healing balm of the written word…or so I have been told.  And yet, there is something in me that cannot comprehend it.  Whether sodden with sorrow or effusing joy there is a hollow, hanging moment that waits for the bass note of echoing humanity  before the chord is resolved.  And when I read I am subconsciously scouring for those missing-puzzle-piece sounds of assent:  yes, I am in the company of others who have thought, felt, said, dreamed, lived... this.  I am not quite alone.