Though I speak the tongues of men and angels, if I don't have love my words sound like noisy brass and clanging cymbals.
And though I have the gift of prophecy and though I understand all mysteries so that I could remove mountains, if I don't have love I am nothing.
Love is patient, full of goodness, love doesn't envy, isn't boastful or proud, love tolerates all things, believes all things, aspires to all things, endures all things.
image: Hakob Hovnatanyan (1967) by Sergei Parajanov
music: The Letter (2001) by Tadd Mullinix
text: 1st Corinthians 13