There is something faster than the speed of light. It is omnipresence. We seem to be born and we seem to die, but both are merely transfers on our infinite journey that has no beginning and no end. We search for the unknown when we have always been omniscient. We ponder the possibility of other forms of life when infinity is teeming with them, infinitely smaller and larger than we. And then there is the corollary, omnipotence, which we most often misconstrue. We build our bombs bigger and better to destroy more, to **** more, and inescapably now ourselves, the grand ******* of what has always been the true omnipotence, love. Some on Earth have embraced it. A few have embodied it. When will we jettison our telescopes and microscopes and feel--not try to find and see--what's real, which has always been love?
TOD HOWARD HAWKS