In this age, when we run from reliance on others and celebrate our own (ultimately futile) autonomy, it's nice to sometimes say, "I'm sad. Hold me." Or to know that if your car breaks down at the airport, there's someone who'll drive 50 miles round-trip to pick you up. No questions asked. And as we hang up the phone, our mate's reassurances still echoing, we hear a faint murmur of the holy.