"On the drive home, Eli watched the wind slice the last of the leaves away from the bones of trees, relieved to be on the far side of the glass bead curtain. He had become a psychotherapist because he wanted to understand emotional pain and how people cope with it. He was drawn to couples work by the mystery of the ways male and female relate. After his presentation, he was praised for his insight. He had kept his promise to himself to become a scholar of the interpersonal relationship. But as he drove, the elation was wearing off , and he became uneasy. Something was missing.... He could not take students or patients along paths he had not traveled. Unbeknownst to them, his own journey was on a parallel course, just out of sight, as if behind those trees over there with the ravens in them. He found comfort within the structures of academia, but he was still no better at formless wandering than he had been years ago in the T-group. Who was he to lecture on human interaction? What did he know about love?"