The heart of man is like a leaky valve, oh so necessary yet also the source of all our woes. It beats and it bleeds, it is our life strength and contains our greatest weakness. Oh Lord of hearts, heal even hearts as dark as ours. Can these vile shells that conjure up the horror of mass shootings and the pettiness of common division also have the ingredients for love? I must say it’s true, as painful as that is, or I dare say anything at all.