So says a button I received upon my exit from a wonderful off-Broadway performance of Freud's Last Session, a show I recommend especially to fellow psychiatrists, psychologists, and therapists. Rare is the opportunity to witness such a brilliantly imagined enactment--here Freud and C.S. Lewis spar on the question of the existence of God using only intellect and philosophy as weapons.

I openly confess to rooting for Freud, an intellectual hero, and luxuriating in the logic of his arguments. But equally enjoyable was pondering a few unanswerable questions posited by Lewis, stopping Freud in his tracks. At these moments it seemed as if a window opened up for fundamental questions of existence to rush through. This led to my own thinking about why, in general in the universe, there is something rather than nothing. To me this stimulation alone was worth more than the price of tickets.