1 Corinthians 13:8

If you start looking beyond the Bible, who knows what's true, what's best? Nietzsche never seems to completely figure out what is beyond good and evil. What never fails and what sometimes succeeds. Neither of us knows if there is a point or if anything infallible exists, either. But we've got Chinese food on the floor and a bottle of red wine between us. Between sips, our two ikea glasses brazenly show off their stems' seams to Tuesday night. Warm in the lantern light, they glow through the dorm room picnic for some Saint's day, we might forget whose. An old weekend arts section of the times serves as our tablecloth. We're eating off Cezanne. Meanwhile, Say Anything waits to watch us prop ourselves on the futon in front of my make-shift home entertainment system. The computer on the desk chair, some borrowed speakers ready to sing Peter Gabriel and ring with the voice of the ideal who forgot to show up outside my window. But we've got Chinese food on the floor and between us it's not so bad.