Our culture values perfect pictures of ourselves, mirage, over and above authentic connection. But we meet one another through the imperfect particul… - Sarah Ruhl

Dear Hermia. I know we haven’t always connected, every second of the day. Husbands and wives seldom do. The joy between husband and wife is elusive, but it is strong. It endures countless moments of silent betrayal, navigates complicated labyrinths of emotional retreats. I know that sometimes you were somewhere else when we made love. I was, too. But in those moments of climax, when the darkness descended, and our fantasies dissolved into the air under the quickening heat of our desire — then, then, we were in that room together. And that is all that matters. Love, Gordon.

I wonder how it is that we are all connected despite our tremendous differences.

We need Harry Potter.