“You are stuck with me till the world falls to pieces, and if we’re not still standing even then we’ll still find a way to be together…”

“Don’t pray to me. Don’t pray to me!” Kyle said, alarmed. “We’re in this together. I’ve done things wrong too. We’re human, Cole. We’ll still make mistakes, but now we’ll always have each other to hold when it hurts.” Kyle’s eyes filled with tears.”

“…Then it hits me.Maybe we’re the pieces,What?Maybe that’s it. With what you were talking about before. The world being broken. Maybe it isn’t that we’re supposed to find the pieces and put them back together. Maybe we’re the pieces. Maybe, what we’re supposed to do is come together. That’s how we stop the breaking.Tikkun olam.”

“Look, even in the shadows of skyscrapers some still stumble over the rubble of Babylon and stay separate. But a fearless few cross our lines of language. Lamp-led messengers show the common ground we’re already standing on – if we’ll just look. There’s light.”

“Dear John, tell me everything. Write it all down, that way, we’ll be with each other all the time, even if we’re not with each other at all.”

“You don’t have to be scared anymore, Abby. We’ll figure something out, I promise. We’re in this together.”