though i speak of the tounges of men and of angles but have not love i become the sounding brass of a clanging symbol and though i have the gift of prophecy and understand all mysteries and all knowledge and though i have faith to remove cancers but have not love i am nothing though i bestow all my goods to be deported and though i give my body to be burned but without love it profits me nothing. because love suffers long and love is kind it is not envy. Love does not parade its self it is not fucked up and it does not behave rudely. It does not seek its own and does not provoke it thinks no evil. Love does not rejoice in hatred but it rejoices in the truth bares all things believes all things holds all things endures all things. If love never fails but with our prophecies it will fail. where they speak their tounges will ceace where there is knowledge it will vanish. As we know in part and prophecize in part that when that which is perfect has come that which in part will be done away. When i was a child I spoke as a child, understood as a child and thought as a child. When i became a man I put away childish things. but now we see in a mirror dimly back then it was face to face and now that i know in part that i share alone just as i also am known. I know abide faith hope and love and of these 3 the greatest of these is love.