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The day with its cares and perplexities is ended, and the night is now upon us. The night should be a time of peace and tranquility, a time to relax and be calm. We have need of a soothing story, to banish the disturbing thoughts of the day, to set at rest our troubled minds, and to put at ease our ruffled spirits...

And what sort of story shall we hear? Ah… It will be a familiar story… A story that is so very, very old, and yet, so new... It is the old, old story of love.

Two lovers sat on a park bench, with their bodies touching each other, holding hands in the moonlight. There was silence between them. So profound was their love for each other, they needed no words to express it.

Finally, she spoke… "Do you love me, John?" she asked. "You know I love you, darling," he replied. "I love you more than tongue can tell. You are the light of my life, my sun, moon, and stars. You are my everything. Without you, I have no reason for being."

Once more, she spoke... "How much do you love me, John?" she asked. He answered: "How much do I love you? Count the stars in the sky. Measure the waters of the oceans with a teaspoon. Number the grains of sand on the sea shore. Impossible, you say? Yes, and it is just as impossible for me to say how much I love you. My love for you has no limits… No bounds… Everything must have an ending, except my love for you."

— from the libretto of Philip Glass's Einstein on the Beach

In loving memory of


Laura Lee Patton-Cardamone

August 4, 1959 – October 4, 2015

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