Nikhilesh Sharma: 'Love is good, but respect is more important', for Selen and Greg - 2022

23 October 2022, Sydney, Australia

My name is Nik and I'm one from Greg and Selen's friends from the climbing group. And they asked me to write this speech. And when they did, I literally had two thoughts in my head. First was like, this is such a great honour, right? They asked me to speak at their wedding. Holy shit, I must be the best man for this job. Clearly not. Patrick as we saw over there did a fantastic job. And the second thought was, 'maybe they don't have a lot of friends'. But I'm going to stick with the first thought, I was the best man for the job. This is why I'm here.

Crowd: Obviously!

Optimism is after three drinks.

So when I first started writing this speech a few days ago, I searched up a few wedding speeches on YouTube. That's where you get the best content. How do you write a wedding speech? Now, most of the speeches that I've found on YouTube involve making a lot of fun of the bride and the groom, I'll be honest, especially the groom. So I thought to myself, I can do something similar. I'm going to make fun of tehm both, I can do that. I can make fun of Greg. And the way he says 'is nice'. I love how you say it Greg. I think that's one one of your best qualities. The way you say it. And even I can say make fun of Selen, and the way her veganism goes about. She's the first vegan that I've seen who eats meat from time to time.

But I decided not to make fun of them, okay. My speech cannot be that shallow. It has to be much more meaningful. Because it can be my first and only wedding speech ever.

So I decided to make it a bit more meaningful. So here I'm standing in front of you all, to talk about one thing that we are celebrating tonight, which is love. And we are celebrating the love between these two beautiful people. And now when I was searching about love, Rumi is one of the greatest poets in all the church. Are any church people in the house? Yes. You all know about Rumi, right?

Crowd: Yes.

The poet, greatest poet of all time. And Rumi said about love, 'let the beauty of what you love be what you do'. That's pretty powerful. I'm going to just repeat that again to sink it in. 'Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.' So I really hope that you two will spend the love that you have together and spread it around the people that you have around you. So you take that love that you have for each other and you make sure you multiply it and give it to other people. And not just the people existing right now, but the people who are coming... soon into this world.

And so the ups and downs are part of the season of life we go through, no marriage or no relationship is going to be just for better brother. It is not going to be just fun, kisses and laughs. It's going to be tears, sadness, and the feeling of being distant from the other person from time to time, of course.

Crowd: No

Really? Sir, you should start a YouTube channel. But I'll be honest, I don't have a lot of experience in the department of love. So me preaching this and as a person in a relationship that just ended, I didn't think I should be up here preaching about love. But there's one thing that I've noticed when it comes to love. Love is good, but respect is more important.

Because respect, I think respect for me personally is one thing that makes us feel really valued and cared for and wanted. So we have to respect each other's space, and you have to respect each other's space, each other's shortcomings. You can't really go pick around, 'Hey, you did this and you did that.' You have to really put down your own self-interest for the other person. And that is what respect is. Respect then equals love. And I know that you both come from different backgrounds and different faiths and you might have different families that think slightly differently. We all know how much we love the inlaws. Inlaws can be tricky, right. But it all goes down to one united factor that is respect for the other person. And I'm very hopeful, and I can say this with sincerity, that you'll have respect for each other throughout your life.

The next big thing that I wanted to talk is the bun in the oven that we have here today. Milan, who's going to be coming out into this world..

And it is an exciting and an interesting time to be bringing a boy into this world. The other day I was at a train station and this guy just caught me up and this random person and he is like, he's like, 'I don't think people should be having kids anymore'. That was a bold statement to come up to a stranger and just say to stranger. I'm not even having a kid, but yeah, sure. I'm like, 'why?' And he's like, ‘it's not a good place for kids to be in.' And I can see his perspective. It's a bad world out there. But I think it all depends on what we really want to teach our kids. And what you guys will teach Milan. Now, there's many conundrums that you can face, right? Milan can come up to you and he like, 'actually I don't want to open an account in Commonwealth Bank.' 'I want to go to Westpac. What are going to do then?' And what if he comes up to you and say, 'I want to be a bowler ... Greg would say that it's a crime to be a bowler. What if Milan comes up and says, 'I want to be a bowler'. What if Selen, what if he comes up to you and says, 'Hey mum, I don't like baclava. He can! Hee can say ‘it's too sweet’. You never know. Kids will make their own choices. And Greg, what happens if he comes up to you and says, 'Dad I don't think the Hungarian football team will ever have a chance at winning the World Cup.' What would you say back?

He can say a lot of things. He can say, 'Hey, I don't want to work in IT' He can say that. And he's allowed to. You see, kids are allowed to make their own choices. And I think the choices that really matter in life are actually the choice that he will make -- will he have compassion towards the people that we in society look down upon? Will he have kindness in the heart of people that has wronged him? And will he have humility even when he reaches the pinnacle of life?

Now these are the choices that really matter and I know that you will instil these values in him and he will become a great human being, because he has great parents.

[Applause]

Crowd: Also. hell have a cool accent, I'm pretty sure.

He'll have a best accent in the world for sure. Look, I'm just going to conclude , this page is empty so ... , I'm just going to conclude this speech and say that it's an honour to be a part of this celebration, which is this celebration of love that you two have, and the fact that you're bringing a beautiful human being into the world.

So what was the Hungarian word of cheers?

Crowd: Egészségére!

(08:42)

To the bride and the groom

For Rachel and Josh: 'My Rachel is fire, she’s a chandelier" by Mark Baker - 2022

8 August 2022, St Kilda, Melbourne, Australia

Mark Baker the author of two memoirs, The Fiftieth Gate and Thirty Days and is writing a memoir of his recent diagnosis with pancreatic cancer. He’s also contributed some incredible eulogies to this site.

When Rachel and Josh came to our home to tell us they were getting married I had to act surprised. I say ‘act surprised’, not because someone had spoiled it, but because surprise usually signifies a disruption to the natural order of things. Something that makes you say, ‘Oh, I would never have guessed.’ But in this case, their announcement was the most natural thing in the world. Michelle and I have had the privilege of watching Rachel and Josh interact close up. Before they moved overseas to the north of Melbourne, they were our housemates. We were like two married couples occupying the same home. They cooked meals together, conversed together, did everything together though sometimes I caught Josh late at night sitting in one of the side rooms watching TV, usually sports, on his own.

So rather than talk about the surprise announcement, I’ve been searching for another word that captures my emotions as I stand under this chuppa (canopy). I could be corny and use the word naches and it goes without saying there’s an abundance of that. Afterall, how many parents get to boast that their daughter and son-in-law work together in a business that sells vibrators.

I tried a host of other words to encapsulate my emotions. For example, relief, but that’s not it. I mean, there’s definitely an element of relief. Ric and Leora will empathise when I say that after 7 years of going out together we were all privately and publicly saying Nu? When are they finally going to tie the knot? But no, there was always another plan ahead – living overseas for a year, that sense of what’s the rush we know we’re committed to one another, or afterall there’s another Swans footy game to watch, a business to build up, etc, so it did come with a sense of relief when Rach and Josh finally came into this house and announced that they were getting engaged, or was it married, I was too excited at the time to distinguish the precise arrangement.

Amongst all the other words, if there is one that captures what I felt and feel - and I’m sure I could come up with a better synonym - it’s gratitude. I felt the deepest gratitude when I heard the news which has deepened as I’ve had the chance to reflect over this past month, plus 3 days because of the COVID delay, upon hearing that Rachel and Josh were getting married. It was as if Rachel’s life flashed before me in a single screen image. I thought of her as a baby – the cutest baby with blonde wavy hair, who we’re reminded on almost a daily basis is a carbon copy of her Buba, ‘not now, God forbid when I’m old, but when I was young. My Rachel is fire, she’s a chandelier.’ Chandelier and fire are the right descriptors, because from the outset Rachel lit up a room, or in the words of the song that Kerryn gave you from the Carpenters, there’s stardust in your eyes that bestows a magical quality to your presence. And it’s for those reasons, but not alone for those reasons, that I feel sublime gratitude.

There was a period as Rachel grew up as the third child following Gabe and Sarah, when my gratitude was tested. Perhaps it was me and Kerryn who grew lax in our discipline, but Rachel had a ‘get out of jail card’ that her older siblings never possessed, and which instilled in her a bold dose of chutzpah. I’m reminded of the time when she was forbidden from going to a Puzza party yet had the chutzpah to escape in a taxi after we’d gone to sleep. Or when we sent her to Israel for a term and we received a midnight call in Australia that an ambulance had come to collect her because she must have mistaken Maccabi beer for a ticket to the Maccabiah games. Yet how could I not feel gratitude for her courage that year, living in an Israeli school dormitory, outside the security of an Australian program, with her cousin Dean as her only familiar companion.

The years flew by and soon Rachel was at uni. There she started off fulfilling a dream to study architecture. The only problem was that it wasn’t her dream but Kerryn’s. Once again, she showed courage in asserting her will after a semester and chose psychology and marketing. Since then she has exhibited business flair which she must have inherited from her Zaida Yossl, starting her own business in sexual wellness which might have an affinity to Zaida’s business called Swiss Models which I always thought sounded like an escort agency. Nothing could make me prouder and more grateful to see her working alongside Josh and developing the material foundations for their lives. She always said that the measure of her success would be destigmatising her product and selling it in David Jones and sure enough, she’s bettered that and now sells it in Selfridges on Oxford Street in London.

Yet the true test came when she was in her early twenties when Kerryn was diagnosed in the prime of her life with cancer. From the outset, Rachel was realistic about Kerryn’s illness. One of my strongest memories is driving to the beach with her and Rachel asking me directly, how long does Mum have? I didn’t have an exact answer for that question but I knew that Kerryn’s time was limited to months and I told Rachel the truth. Rachel’s next question. How will we cope? She wasn’t asking that as a form of denial, but she wanted to share with me her feelings and fears, and from then on, I found in Rachel a receptive ear and heart, one who could comfort, and be comforted, by the harsh reality that we were facing as a family. In Rachel’s characteristic way, she brought a positive spin to the terrible pain she experienced losing her mother at the age of 23, commemorating Kerryn by planning brunches with me and her siblings on Kerryn’s birthday and buying us presents, making a video to mark Kerryn’s 60th with messages from family and friends from around the world; Always eagerly curious to hear new stories or unknown tidbits of information about her.

Although she was at the age when most kids are interested in partying, Rachel was always present for her mother to the very end. For that, I know Kerryn felt enormous gratitude, as she did with all her children. I know that Kerryn has always been a burning presence for Rachel, especially so in the leadup to this wedding when her absence is so profoundly felt; and so it’s fitting that she wore her mother’s veil under the chuppah. Rachel – you have Kezz’s strength of character, integrity, her warm and amenable demeanour, and most of all, her deep loyalty to friendship and family. As I said at Kerryn’s funeral, and at funerals I’ve spoken at as a mourner for Johnny and your Zaida, the souls of the dead keep living if we carry and nurture them inside us. I know on this day, and all days, that Leora is carrying the memory of her parents Eddie and Lily for whom she deeply loved and cared, and Ric and Carmel sorely miss Rod who died ten years ago. While Kerryn said don’t look for me on a Ouijee Board after I’m gone, I don’t have to guess that she would not only feel gratitude for what you’ve become Rachel, but for the partner you’ve chosen.

Kerryn never met Josh directly, but I recall you telling us both about a boy you had started dating. I remember it so vividly, where we were sitting in the kitchen, and your description of him as a nice boy that we’d approve of. I didn’t know at the time that he was the son of a couple I’ve known since my youth movement days. Michelle and I feel so lucky to have Ric and Leora as our machetunim, in part because we share the rarest of attributes, a commitment to the same values. Ric and I in particular have played tag team with the same institutions, Stand Up, originally called Keshet, and New Israel Fund, which both Michelle and I are involved in. The youth movement Ric attended in his adolescence, Hashi, is housed in a building, Beth Anielewicz, built by Michelle’s grandfather and Josh attended King David and was taught by Michelle’s mother Yael, who remembers him fondly as one of the naughty pack, but considerate and kind boys. Leora too has shared with Michelle and me a Habo background, albeit in the case of Michelle a generation apart. All that makes for so many commonalities, but more than that, I feel profound gratitude for the way you’ve all integrated Rachel into your family, showing her the delights of gourmet cooking, and treating her with love, and yearning with us for this day. I feel gratitude to all of you – to Ric, and Leora, who treat Rachel as a daughter, and also to Ella, Gid and Noah, whose photos are always shared on our WhatsApp group, and Amy whose closeness is reflected in the fact that she has flown in especially from Israel. Thanks to her COVID she has spared us from a rainy day. And also Carmel, whose reputation as modern and youthful precedes her, and who Rachel tells me always takes an interest in all her activities, including the vagaries of her business.

But I mostly feel gratitude to you for giving us Josh, who is the gentlest, kindest, person one could imagine. Everyone loves Josh - how could you not? He somehow manages to straddle his self-perception that he’s shy and introverted, while in reality he’s so at ease with people, engaged in conversation, curious, an adventurer, and a loyal friend. He and Rach are the perfect couple. On the outside Rachel’s beauty may give the perception of a glamourous socialite but she is down to earth and this is something Josh has cultivated in her. I can assure you, her love and tolerance for camping doesn’t come from the Bakers. Rachel grew up with all the cleaning women in our household complaining about how messy her room was. Thankfully, Josh is a balaboos. Not only has he taught Rachel how to cook but also how to clean up a kitchen afterwards. Yet it is still Josh who comes to the rescue after a messy meal, and sprays and soaks the stains on Rachel’s top in the laundry.

Josh has high EQ and also IQ. He is perceptive, reflective, a thinker. He talks about emotions. He is curious about the world and up with the latest cultural wars. And thank God he is progressive in his politics, all attributes which come from an obvious address – the legendary dinners at the Benjamin household. He and Rachel complement each other – Rachel with her passion for healthy food, running, yoga, and physical and spiritual wellbeing, and Josh with his love of sport, on the basketball court or at the G. When I see how much Josh cares for Rachel, and Rachel for Josh, I feel like shouting Hallelujah to the heavens, gratitude in the form of prayer.

After Mum died a new chapter in your life started Rachel, in all our lives. Kerryn made me promise that I wouldn’t let us be – in her words, nebuch, which I have always translated as a mission to fill the chasm by being doubly happy. In that first year after her death, Rachel and I shared a yoga holiday in Puglia, where we supported each other, and our promise has continued to this day, as it has with Gabe and Gabi, and Sarah and Charlotte. As for me, it’s never easy when your father starts dating a new person, but from the outset you gave me your blessing before Michelle and I had become a true couple. Since then, you’ve embraced my relationship with Michelle through to marriage and parenthood. It’s fair to say that of my adult kids, Rachel and Josh have spent the most time with us. The extra room in our house is still called Rachel’s room even though she moved out with Josh over two years ago. And here I have to express gratitude to Michelle, who has always considered the feelings of my kids, pushed me to understand their grief, and offered them counsel on every topic. How profoundly fortunate is the husband whose wife buys the Yizkor candles each year for the memory of her husband’s former wife and for their children. How much gratitude can I express that Sarah and Charlotte and Gabe and Gabi discuss with Michelle everything relating to raising children and life in general, and ask her to be called Savta to their children. And how much gratitude do I owe, that after walking Rachel to meet Josh at the chuppah today, Rachel and Josh saw it as natural that Michelle would stand alongside me. That speaks volumes about Michelle, who is a blessing brought to me in life, as it does about my three kids and their partners.

But my greatest gratitude, I’ve finally thought of the most accurate synonym is revived through the Network series, ‘Shtissel’. Hasdei Hashem –for everything that the kindness or grace of God has brought us. Hasdei hashem that all of my kids love our new miracle child. In our family there are no half siblings or step-mothers, there is hasdei hashem Michelle, and Melila, and her nephews, Miro and Alva, and niece, Ellidy, my einiklech, my grandchildren. Anyone who knows Rachel knows that she sees Lila as her little sister, whom she loves, yearns to visit every day, even if it ends up as a Facetime call during bathtime, and who Melila loves in return, though sometimes Melila will pay more attention to Josh who she has a crush on and has a true gift with children, something new that we can kvetch about with Ric and Leora now that you’re married.

And then there is the head of our family, our matriarch Buba, who is loved by all of us. We know that at Buba’s age and with the unspeakable tragedies she has endured that bookend her life, it’s hard to feel gratitude. As she often says, her horizon is narrow. Yet she has found within this the space the ability to love her great grandchildren and grandchildren. And on this day, she has a wedding, Kol Sasson ve Kol Simcha, amidst everything, a voice of happiness and joy. Her chandelier is radiating with fiery passion, and marrying Josh. ‘Such a nice boy. Such a decent human being. And how he looks after Rachi. He is so good to her.’

And now, as I face my own illness, I have found yet another synonym for the gratitude and naches that Michelle and all my children and grandchildren bring me: bracha. Blessing, grace, pure love, the deepest expression of humanity. Their care for me, how they take me to chemo, worry about me, how all they want to do is go to the zoo with me on an excursion, or on a holiday to Daylesford, or Byron, or Noosa, or Cairns, or Israel, all of us together. We are a true family, now joined together with the Benjamin family. The Benjamin’s are gourmet cooks and I don’t know how Rachi and Josh will live up to the standards they’ve grown accustomed to. So I’ve decided to give you some help to complement your own gourmet skills. A keepsake, something that you will always cherish on behalf of the family, and that will forever sit in your kitchen and be passed down from generation to generation. Gabe and Sarah have agreed to this, though we all want it. This is Kerryn’s recipe book, a collection, in her handwriting, smudged with the foods she cooked on weekdays and on shabbes and chagim. We know you’ll bring her memory to life through taste and feasts we’ll all partake in, and I’m giving you this on the condition that you scan every page so that we can all share in this most precious gift to you.

So as I stand here today, not knowing the breadth of my own horizon, and bewildered by the illness that has struck me from nowhere, I feel truly blessed. Hasdei Hashem. Hallelulujah. Modeh Ani. Thanks. Rachel and Josh are married. The icing on the cake. And no matter what happens, in this moment of life, I feel its fulness, and can only express my gratitude with a bracha, a blessing.

Baruch ata Adonai shehechayanu, vekimunu, vehigiyanu lazman hazeh.
Blessed by God for renewing us and bringing us to this time.

Mark’s been one of our best contributors and we wish him well with his treatment. His books are amazing. You can purchase The Fiftieth Gate and Thirty Days, A Journey to the End of Love.

On Speakola:

Read Mark Baker’s beautiful eulogy to his wife Kerryn

Watch and read Mark Baker’s eulogy for his father, Yossl.

Watch and read Mark Baker’s eulogy to brother Johnny.

Watch and read Kerryn Baker’s engagement speech for Gabe and Gabi.

Benedict: 'Love without truth has no meaning', for wedding Ben & Françoise Meyer - 2013

7 September 2013, Bastide St Mathieu, France

Question ... Oh, that's loud ... If I were to ask each of you to come up with a word that sums up your life, your hopes, your expectations you might pick one of the following: happiness, friendship, laughter, but there is a life-long journey, a quest, a search for two little words.  Two simple little words, the success or failure of which will sum up much of your life, your story, and those two words are true love. True love.

For girls, the journey starts early. From the first moment when you put a poster up on your bedroom wall of your favourite boy band. I love you, One Direction. Until later in life, when you get together with a bunch of girlfriends, a romantic comedy in the DVD player, and a bottle of wine and you say "Wow, that's true love. I wish my life were like that."

For boys, the journey starts just that little bit later. The first 12 years, you don't notice girls at all, but then you hit 13 and a half. Suddenly, your body is a tsunami of hormones, and you notice that there are these girl things everywhere. And all this happens just at the moment when you lose control of your voice.

When these two words enter your mind, true and love, you are going to own them, you are going to possess them. How do you know? Because the chemicals in your body are telling you so. But, I thought, there I was, 13 and a half, starting this journey, looking for these two words, true and love, and I thought, well let's be smart. Let's get ahead of the game.

 Shakespeare! I mean, the greatest writer in any language. For years, people with no imagination had been telling me that anything remotely romantic was just like Romeo and Juliet.  Oh, look at them, Ben, they're just like Romeo and Juliet. Bless. Well, no they're not. These people had clearly never read the play. I did read Romeo and Juliet at 13 and a half, and the first thing you discover is that Romeo and Juliet are themselves 13 and a half. And you think, that can't be right. Juliet will be there on her balcony in Verona, the warm Italian air caressing her soft flesh. "Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo?" And he would be in the shadows below, going, "Leave me alone. Your family just don't like me."

But, I carried on reading anyway, and it gets worse. Romeo goes out with his best friend, Mercutio. They run into Tybalt. Tybalt kills Mercutio. Romeo kills Tybalt. Romeo runs away. To make the situation better, Juliet takes drugs to make her appear dead. Romeo comes back, thinks Juliet's dead, takes poison. Juliet wakes up, sees Romeo dead, stabs herself in the chest. Dead, dead, dead, everybody dead. Mummy, mummy, are relationships always this complicated?

Okay, so maybe literature had let me down, but why don't we try history? Better still, let's try French history? Because, I've never met a Frenchman who doesn't think he's the world's most sensitive lover.

Abelard and Heloise. The worlds of the early 12th century fill my mind with romance and passion and longing and, like, wow. This is good stuff. Okay, it's the early 12th century, which probably meant that they smelled really bad, had no teeth, and were covered in warts. But, even if they're ugly, surely love would work. And it's true. I mean, they were deeply in love, but Heloise's family did not approve of the match. So they trap Abelard one night and they castrate him. I'm like, mummy. Mummy, I'm not sure I want to do this relationship thing at all, mummy.

And so, there I was, totally unprepared, 13 and a half. Looking for these words, true and love. And I started playing the game that we all play, the dating game. Yes, let's play. Dating game is simple. It goes something like this, two people go out for dinner and they spend the evening lying to one another. For boys, the rules are simple.  You sit there pretending to be interested and engaged. Oh, that's fascinating. But, all you're really thinking is "Oh my God, how long does all the talking have to go on for before the sex starts?"

For girls, you walk in, and the first question you ask is a question that no straight man has ever asked himself: "What star sign are you?" Inside you go, "What?" But, you say, "Well, I'm Aquarius." And she'll say, "That means you're intelligent, sensitive, you follow your own path and you're deeply intellectual. Deep down, you're kind of romantic." And you say, "Wow, that's amazing, it's like you've shone a torch deep into my soul." But, what you're really thinking is, "Does this mean we're having sex, or not?"

Then we get to the main course, and she'll turn to you and say, "I'm a bit of a romantic, you know." Warning, this doesn't mean she has any concept of romance at all. What this really means is it doesn't matter how mad she is, how emotionally unstable, she could have smashed up your flat, stolen your car and set fire to your underwear, and you're still meant to go, "I love you, darling. Why don't you take these flowers and pick up that nice pair of shoes you saw the other day?"

It is playing the dating game. You realise, Oscar Wilde was right when he said "Experience is the name we give our mistakes." So, there I am, sitting in my smashed up flat, a small pile of underwear smouldering on the carpet. And I'm just wondering, where's my car? And a friend will come in and lay the biggest cliché on you of all. "Is that underwear? Don't worry, Ben. You'll find love, when you're least looking for it." And you're like, "Thanks."

Fast forward to 2011. My father returns me and said "Hey, Ben, let's go on holiday." First time in 32 years. I said, "Yeah, dad, why not." He said, "Let's go on a cruise." I'm like, "Cruise, that's just a way of moving fat people about." He said, "I'm paying." I said, "Dad, I'm there."

So, there it was, 7th of November, 2011. I'm striding manfully aboard the seaborne sojourning ship moored at the very tip of South America, with not a thought of romance in my mind. I walk around the deck, noting to my personal satisfaction just how fat many of the passengers, indeed, are. I walk into the on ship boutique, and my world comes slamming to a halt and my life changes forever. There, standing before me, is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life. I turn inward. Brain, brain, I need clever things. Clever things, brain, that are going to make me appear sensitive, intelligent, and really well educated. But, at that moment, my inner voice had decided to become 13 and a half again. "Hello, you're pretty. We're on a ship."

This is bad. This is very, very bad. Somehow, I've got to age 34 years in 30 seconds. A feat of emotional development that no man has achieved in 100,000 years of human history. But, in [inaudible 00:08:22], let's find out what this vision of beauty is saying. I move with [inaudible 00:08:28]. The beautiful lips open, and all these strange noises came tumbling out. I'm like, "What the hell is a choose." Nightmare. I leave. Francoise hadn't noticed me at all. This was 'cause she was shopping. And when Francoise shops, you could set fire to her legs and it would go something like this, "Is that Prada, 2014 collection? Have you got it in blue? Can someone smell burning?" 

Halfway through the cruise, I'm invited to a formal dinner. I don't really want to go, but you know, nothing else to do. We turn up early. The place card to my left says I'll be sitting next to a Mrs. Francoise Meyer. I imagine she's going to be a very pleasant, if somewhat overweight, American lady who's going to spend the evening telling me just how much she loves my accent.

Francoise comes to the table and sits next to me. And straightaway, it is clear that we are having the conversation. Each of you, at some point in your life, will have had the conversation. Or, a friend of yours will have had the conversation. And, when you've had the conversation, or a friend of yours has had the conversation, they will call you up the next day. And it will going something like this, "Oh my God, Ben, I went out on a date last night. We sat up until 5:00 in the morning, we talked about everything, oh my God." The conversation is when two souls interlock, intertwine, intermingle. If Francoise had been in a romantic comedy, her face would have filled the screen and everything else would have dissolved into a soft focus blur.

We got to the end of the dinner, and she got up, vanish at warp speed. I thought, "Wow, how can anyone move so quickly on pointy shoes?" I couldn't stop thinking about her, but I didn't want to chase her out. I didn't want to do the sad, bald, middle aged man chasing much younger, beautiful woman thing. "Hi, I have no hair, but I have a very very fast car." Because, it's just not cool. I didn't realise that she was thinking about me a lot also, because she came running up to me in Montevideo and said "Look, Ben, I really want to see you.  Here are my details. Blah, blah..." On the outside, I played it rather cool, "Yeah honey, that'd be great." On the inside, I was like, "I am a man god and she wants my babies."

It is a good thing for you ladies that you don't really see what's going on in men's minds. We go out for a first date in Buenos Aires. Perfect first date town, and a curious thing happened. These two words, true and love, which, throughout the dating game, have been growing further and further apart, until they were in separate time zones, had decided to come and wait, and lie in wait for me in the gutter of a Buenos Aires boulevard.

We were walking from Lavalle. I had three or four mojitos happily circling in my blood system. And we were arguing about the best way to find more mojitos, and I turned and I looked at her with the stillness of absolute certainty. And I knew she was the woman I was going to marry. It's like when you listen to music, a great symphony or concerto, you don't hear it with the ear, but it resonates in your chest. It is like you're hearing a tune that you'd always known.

Other people pick up on this vibe straight away. We went to another bar for some more mojitos. And there was a very beautiful young couple sitting behind Francoise, and the good guy kept on looking up at me smiling. I got up and some point, and I thought, "I need to make room for some more mojitos." So, I go to the lavatory and I'm standing there in the urinal, zip. And this guy follows me in and stands right next to me, zip. And he looks at me, I look at him. He smiles at me, I smile at him. And he turns to me, but I'm just thinking, "Hey, what is the etiquette in Argentina for talking to a man who has his penis out?" And he turns to me and says, "You are with a very beautiful woman. You both look very happy."

We live in a cynical world. We all have days where you wake up, you read the paper, you switch on the news or read history, and it's endless stories of just how shit we are to one another. And you think, "I love people, but I hate mankind." Jean Paul Sartre famously said, "Hell is other people." But, with these two words, true and love, you realise heaven can be another person.

You realise, this feeling, this thought, you don't rationalise it, you don't invent it, you don't create it. It is the birthright of a thousand generations before you, which passes from generation to generations. It drops into your world, explodes with golden light, and it is your job to keep it going for generations to come. It is the best of us. It is what makes life worthwhile.

It took science until 1905, with Einstein's theory of general relativity, to work out that time itself is not a constant, it shifts and alters. Lovers, of course, have known this for centuries. Because, when you're lying in bed next to the woman you love, every moment vanishes, and yet every moment exists in eternity. Space itself loses meaning, because when you're lying in bed next to the woman you love, the universe is bounded by the four walls of that room and nothing beyond exists. You realise that the ancient Greeks were right. They thought that the soul and the breath were one. The word inspiration, to seek higher things, comes from to inspire, to breath in. So, when you're lying in bed next to the woman you love, and your breath is dancing and mingling, and the warm air above you, it is your souls themselves that are dancing and blending into one. It's also the reason, when you really love someone, they never smell bad.

The final thing you realise is this. This lifelong journey, this search, hasn't been for two words at all, but one. Because love, without truth, has no meaning. Love, without truth, simply cannot exist at all. So, if you were to ask me to come up with a word to sum up my life, my story, I would pick a single word. A simple, little word. And that word is, of course, love. 

Ladies and gentlemen, if you would notice these small bottles sitting before you. I finally recommend that you open them now. Well, you've already played the game, thank you very much. And I want you to toast to the word that saves us, to love itself. So, ladies and gentlemen, not just of Francoise, the most amazing woman in the world, but to love itself.  Let us toast to love. Thank you for playing.