But I look into her eyes, and she looks into my eyes, and we recognize it—the excitement of being here, the excitement of being now. And maybe I’m realizing what a part of it she is, and maybe she’s realizing what a part of it I am, because suddenly we’re not crashing as much as we’re combining. The chords swirling around us are becoming a tornado, and we are at the center of each other. My wrist touches hers right at the point of our pulses, and I swear I can feel it. That thrum. We are moving to the music and at the same time we are a stillness. I am not losing myself in the barrage. I am finding her. And she is—yes, she is finding me. The crowd is pressing in on us and the baseline is revealing everything, and we are two people who are part of a lot more people, and at the same time we’re our own part. There isn’t loneliness, only this intense holiness.