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Mar 2021
All are Messiahs. Our lives are but chapters in a never-ending book. The Cosmos is infinite. Why the seeming finite? The answer:  Know truth by untruth. The amoeba and Aristotle--and everything in between--are sacred. The paradox is paradoxically the truth. Earth is one of an infinite numbers of petri dishes, as it were, in infinite Cosmos that are helping us realize we are one. Wars, killings, all other forms of unkindness, and worse, are repugnant;  but we--all creations on Earth--have lived through these horrid experiences from time immemorial. but still have not learned--yet alone embraced--their truth, that LOVE is the ethos of infinite Cosmos. This is our journey. Death is not THE END, just the end of one chapter and the beginning of another, until we have finally read the whole BOOK OF LOVE.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
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TOD HOWARD HAWKS  79/M/Boulder, CO
(79/M/Boulder, CO)   
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