Could you be someone's home?

I could be someone's home if I fell down -Lisa Loeb, When all the stars were falling...

The line itself is simple, almost child-like with the reverence Loeb gives to it, but come on, could you be someone's home? Think on it. The idea of being someone's safe place -- the place where they can be themselves, drop the pretension and not fear scorn. Scary stuff when you scratch the surface.

Think on it: when you fall from grace, step down from your pedestal, all you have left is yourself: the essence of you. Is that really enough? Is the person beneath the clever facade really as interesting as you think she is? Can she sustain a relationship with someone, be strong enough to be their safe place, yet vulnerable enough to need a safe place? And if not, then how do we prepare her for such a task?

And more importantly, how do we gather the courage to fall?