There is a quiet wisdom in the saying, "Eat and drink With your relatives,do business with strangers". it speaks to the sacred boundaries we must learn to honor.The grace to keep the sacred,and the practical apart. Family is meant for warmth,not transactions—for stories passed around the table,not contracts passed across it. The currency of kinship is presence,not profit. When business enters that sacred space, something shifts. Something essential begins to erode. Love,once unconditional,starts measuring worth. Disagreements that once softened with time become debts that calcify. Strangers,in contrast,allow us to be exact without injury.We expect little beyond fairness,and in that neutrality,there is peace. Business,is a different language—one of contracts,clarity,and consequence.A language too heavy a weight for most of our families. One thing for sure,family when left unburdened by transaction,becomes a refuge—a space where presence is enough,where meals are not measured but shared.To sit at a table with those you love is to reaffirm a belonging that asks for nothing but your being. And perhaps that's the point:to preserve the sanctity of those we love,not by deepening every tie,but by knowing which ones to leave untouched. MENTAL HEALTH O'ROBINSON