Love seems so silent like the wind. I wish to hear it. And it is difficult to recall. Yet when I put my head to it I can remember that there were people who showed they cared. I wonder what Gails views are? Does she want people to be great at adapting to a world that demands too much for some people. It is love I think, but it is confusing and that is a big part of it. Trying to bring a little order to a world that is so wacky.