I believe with my whole being that the arts can save us. No matter the medium, whatever the perspective, art serves as time’s mirror, as a lens to illuminate events as well as a vital tool to reflect on them. I think of Dylan, of Angels in America, of Beckett and Marquez, of Layli Long Soldier and Ocean Vuong. Who could view “I Am Not Your Negro,” and not be transfixed? Who held the September 24, 2001 New Yorker, absorbed Art Spiegelman’s cover, and did not mourn? And who, holding open the last page of that same issue to read Adam Zagajewski’s ‘Try to Praise the Mutilated World,’ was not comforted? Even the darkest work of art offers hope, suggests by its creation and its sharing that no matter who we are or where we live, we can connect.