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Feb 2022
All is love.

The finite, though illusory, is paradoxically the path to enlightenment, to infinity, to love.

Our world is on the cusp of extinction.

Humanity is an infant. It needs to grow up fast.

From its inception, humanity has aggrandized, warred, killed.

A minuscule percentage has loved.

Of all potential behaviors, love is the least realized and most powerful positively.

Why has humanity not fully embraced it?

Only love can save our world.

Love now and forever.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
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TOD HOWARD HAWKS  80/M/Boulder, CO
(80/M/Boulder, CO)   
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   Andy Cave and TOD HOWARD HAWKS
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