A Love Made in Heaven

I’m in love. But then, I think I was born in love. I suspect you were, too. When I met Ana, it felt like all my life I’d been beaming a signal out into the universe — and for the first time, someone had received the signal and sent back a reply. It was like the moment the great stone door rolls aside when Ali Baba utters the correct password. The “Eureka!” as Archimedes realizes what it means that his bathtub has spilled over. The click! of the last key on the ring as it unlocks the door to the treasure vault. The perfect call-and-response of a ceremony known since before the dawn of time. When I met Ana, it felt like I’d known her all my life, and had just been waiting for the right circumstances to fall into place so we could meet. There is a wonderful plot device in that delightful Star Trek film, The Voyage Home. A massive object appears in space, sending out a signal that wreaks havoc, and it becomes clear that if it doesn’t get the response it’s looking for, the Earth itself may not survive. Kirk, Spock & Co. eventually realize that the return signal the thing is waiting for needs to come from a humpback whale — but they are now extinct. So they travel back in time, to the twentieth century, to find a couple of whales to bring back to the late twenty-third century. Among other wonderful distinctions, this is the Star Trek movie with the most hilarious lines, mostly occasioned by the fish-out-of-water nature of Kirk’s team visiting the Earth of our time. (“Don’t...