Mr. Rogers’s quote made me think of love as a filter that words and ideas can go through. It’s the same words, but the way we interpret it can be softened if we choose to approach it with love. I used newspaper, and ripped it into rough rhombuses, which are like shards. After being filtered, they are more rounded. Still a little rough, but easier to handle maybe. This is better for the receiver and the giver of the message.