The cues that come from a subtle single twitch or quiver on the lip that tells you that your friend is afraid, angry or in deep mourning. The cue that cannot be put into words that instantly begs a hug, a tight hug that miraculously absorbs all that pain and distress in the very same instance. An instance where insanity beckons but is waded off by a timely fluffy bear hug invited by a subtle twitch on the lip. We humans are about to lose that. Stolen by masks.