HEY
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If I could speak all the human and angelic tongues, but had no love, I would only be sounding brass or a clanging cymbal. If I had the gift of prophecy, knowing secret things with all kinds of knowledge, and had faith great enough to remove mountains, but had no love. I would be nothing. If I gave everything I had to the poor, and even give up my body to be burned, if I am without love, it would be no value of me.
Love will never end. Prophecies may cease, tongues be silent and knowledge disappear. For knowledge grasps something of the truth and prophecy as well. And when what is perfect comes, everything imperfect will pass away. Likewise, at present we see dimly as in a mirror, but then it shall be face to face. Now we know in part, but then I will know as I am known.
Now we have FAITH, HOPE and LOVE, these three, but the greatest of these is LOVE.
”.. Our Destinies are decided by a cosmic roll of the dice, the winds of the stars, the vagrant breezes of the fortune that blow from the windmills of the gods…” - H.L. Dietrich, A Final Destiny (read this from Sidney Sheldon’s book, Windmills of the Gods.)
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