“Not everything needs to be revolutions and blazing guns all of the time. The heart is far a more complex landscape than that.” With lyrical poignancy in the pre-chorus such as “We’re fools to be cured; we’re curious fools,” Love digs into years as a philosophy professor and aims to simplify the glory of the heart’s ability to heal, to forgive and to grow. It’s a message that has been handed down through generations, but a wisdom that tends to slip through our busy and distracted fingers. A piece that begins and ends with a gentle piano, the growing orchestrations illuminate the piercing strength of each carefully selected phrase. It is like a movie all in-itself, the soundtrack for something deeply close to us all; a sincere appreciation of what is both daunting and yet so wonderful. more