The Greatest is LoVe

Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking,
it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.

Love does not delight in evil but rejoices in truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails.

But where there are prophecies, they will cease;
where there are tongues, they will be stilled:
where there is knowledge, it will pass away.

For we know in part and we prophesy in part,
but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears.

When I was a child, I talked like a child,
I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child.
When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me.

Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror;
then we shall see face to face.
Now I know in part;
then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love.
But the greatest of these is love.

Silent night

The clock display on the bottom right corner of the screen is currently showing 1:08 AM.

It is the 2nd day of 2007, and I have return to this space.

Sitting on a rattan arm chair, under the warm, ambient orange glow of pendant lamp at the central living room, in an oversized but comfortable pyjamas. John Mayer's "Stop This Train" track playing softly in the background. The drip drop sound of the after-rain raindrops falling on the metal roof of the front porch sound distinctly clear in the silence of tonight.