A buxom peroxide blonde wearing absurdly high heels to match her skimpy clothing clambers onto the hotel terrace and looks around as if interested in the serene sights. On her return down steep steps, she stumbles, and her beau catches her with both arms. She giggles, and they walk away tightly embraced. “That’s good,” I hear myself pronounce as I break into a big smile. To my surprise, the smile lingers for a long time. Transfixed, I come very close to tears, too. Could there be a better sign that enlightenment is well nigh?!