I’ve never been so jealous of a title.  Or a play.  I’m always in search of that elusive two or three-hander with a single set.  Simple.  Real.  Breathtaking.  This is that play.  Besides being struck by the depth of the characters, the richness of the plot, the conciseness of the dialogue, I am also taken with the minor stage directions.  Throughout the script, the playwright inserts little directions like (With tremendous simplicity), (With a quiet fervor), (As delicately as possible), or (With enormous tenderness).  We all know the cliche of “the first thing a director crosses out are the stage directions,” but these would not threaten a real director.  In fact, they protect the playwright from overwriting, which is important in a play about larger than life ideas and loss of life realities.  This is a quiet play.  A hushed play.  One that asks some of the most important questions an individual can ask of self, other, and God.  And in a beautiful way, it does not offer a tidy answer.  All three characters are searching for something they can neither find nor understand.  But in the end, they found each other.  And I am just so happy I found this play.