And Saint Paul goes to describe, then, what love is, but only, it seems, while it reflects here, in this world, so beginning to describe it as patience. But what is that constant in Eternity? Thankfulness and praise of God? Overwhelmed in the Light of God stimuli, where wrongfulness can be no more? Peace at last, from haughtiness and envy now all have been delivered. Now our talent no longer threatens, now our light no longer bothers, now Our Lord no longer hides, for our talent was not our talent, and our light was not our light, because appear as we do of movement, as we do of speech and deeds, we’re just a night and a riverbed, where waters flow and stars ignite.