I am returning with you to Orpheus and Eurydice. They are, of course, the greatest possible lovers ever. Yet, their story, like those of others, ends in a tragedy: both of them hand in hand, floating in the underworld, crashing back into the arms of Hades.

Perhaps we prefer tragedies because there is a kind of healing only sadness can provide. The sad story, then, as a balm. But you and I are not a sad story—we're simply lovers holding hands, walking into this advancing light.