Why are we all here, I sometimes wonder. I know that there is nothing better for men than to be happy, and do good while they live. That everyone may eat and drink, and find satisfaction in all his toil. I know that everything God does endures forever. Nothing can be added to it, and nothing can be taken from it. But who knows. Does God really exist? This can only be known through faith. For who among men knows the thoughts of a man except the man's spirit within him. Likewise, nobody knows the thoughts of God except the Spirit of God. And the Spirit searches all things, even the deep things of God. The man without the Spirit can not accept the things that come from God. They are foolishness to him; neither can he understand them because they are spiritually discerned. But the spiritual man makes judgements about all things. But he himself is not subject to any man's judgement. For who has known the mind of the Lord that he may instruct him? If I have the gift of prophecy, and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. Love is patient, love is kind, it does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not self seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. Where there are prophecies, they will cease. Where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part, and we prophecy in part. But when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, and 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.