and if i dole out all my goods, and if i deliver my body that i may boast, but have not love, nothing i am profited. love is long suffering, love is kind, is not jealous, it is not inflated and does not boast, it is not discourteous, it is not selfish, it is not irritable, it does not enumerate the evil. love never fails in ruins, but whether prophecies, they will be abolished or tongues, they will cease, or knowledge, it will be suspended. but when the perfect comes, the imperfect will be superseded.
“humans who can’t accept reality see illusions”