My Wife And I Left New York

I Think I'm Fascinated By The Power Of Religion In Our Culture. Like A Lot Of Secular, Liberal People, I Ignored It For A Long Time. Lately, Of Course, Just From A Political Perspective, It's Impossible To Ignore.

To This Day, She’s Still Sad. Because There’s Not Some Finite Amount Of Pain Inside Us. Our Bodies And Minds Just Keep Manufacturing More Of It. I’m Just Saying That I Took The Pain That Was Inside Of Her At That Moment And Made It My Own. And It Didn’t Hurt Me At All.

Because, Really, What Was Worse Than Lying Wide-awake In The Dark, Watching Your Life Drip Away, One Irreplaceable Minute After Another?

He'd Never Had To Make The Adjustments And Compromises Other People Accepted Early In Their Romantic Careers; Never Had A Chance To Learn The Lesson That Sarah Taught Him Everyday--that Beauty Was Only A Part Of It, And Not Even The Most Important Part, That There Were Transactions Between People That Occurred On Some Mysterious Level Beneath The Skin, Or Maybe Even Beyond The Body.

Once You'd Broken Through That Invisible Barrier That Separates One Person From Another, You Were Connected Forever, Whether You Liked It Or Not.