yes

One must be careful to not let one's mind be circumscribed, 
circumcised, by smaller minds. With that in place, love everyone.

the cosmos to me since boyhood

The cosmos to me since boyhood is a Presence, a familiar Presence with a gazillion times more wisdom than this peculiar humanimal who is an embodying, an ongoing embodying of the Presence. I trust the Presence. It would be insane not to do so. How can one not love and trust one's Surrounds that gives one life and breath and warmth. Ah! The suffering: every one's distrustful fall back. I suffer, therefore I have the right to create more suffering. Pah! How petty! Life is suffering. That's because it is moving, darling! Can't have moving without friction and friction is suffering and life is friction. I suppose you want a KY Jelly existence. Keep you lubed so you never feel a thing. Get over it. If you wish to be alive, friction is part of the package. The whole creation moans and groans. When you listen closely, it is laughing and singing. Joy! Joy at the unfolding adventure of it all. Crump your grump into a lump and swallow it whole! Presence! We live amidst and are an embodying of this magnificent incalculable Presence, a Mystery never to be solved and the book slammed shut and us saying what's next. The cosmos to me since boyhood is Present, smiling and laughing and loving me so much it could eat me up. And does! And I taste good!