If I speak eloquently of the cultural intricacies of postmodernity, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal.
If I can explain the postmodern's tendency toward juxtaposition and relative truth, and understand these mysteries, but have not love, I am nothing.
If I have faith that another Jesus Movement is possible, and give away all I have in hopes of inspiring it, but have not love, I gain nothing.
Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Love never ends. As for philosophies, another one will probably come along eventually. And as for people, we all still have the same cravings in our souls.
So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.