There is an ancient legend which speaks of the gods failed attempt to guide humanity. The deities had grown tired of the way that mortals constantly lost their way, creating any number of disasters as they went. And so they sent out their couriers to gather together all the great, eternal wisdom that was contained in the world and refine it into a mammoth library, a library which mortals could use in order to work out how they should live and act.

When the great task was completed the colossal library stood proudly in one the worlds great cultural capitals. However it contained too many books for any individual to read, and the libraries sheer size was enough to put anyone off even entering. So the gods demanded that their couriers compress the wisdom into a single, encyclopaedic, book.

Once completed, the work was widely circulated, but the text was so huge that one could hardly lift it let alone read and apply it. Once more the gods sent put their couriers to work, crafting a booklet with all the essential information, but the people were lazy and there where many who could not even read, so the booklet was refined into a single word and the word was sent out on the lips of a messenger.

And the word?

It was ‘love’.