That stare is not empty. It is overfull.
But the stare finds other homes. Look closer. nine yard stare
What do you do with a man in a nine-yard stare? You do not shout. You do not touch him. You sit down next to him, in the silence, and you wait. Because the stare is not a wall. It is a doorway. And sometimes, if you are very patient, the person on the other side of those nine yards will blink, turn his head, and say the only words that matter: That stare is not empty