I feel today that compassion is the result of feeling your own pain, and not allowing it either to spiral into self pity, or get projected outwards as self righteous anger.
We do not feel compassion for those who are happy, do we?
If pain is the nature of human life, then compassion is a sharing which connects us, and makes it not quite so bad.
I feel, too, at this moment, how odd this blog is. I’m fulminating about Mueller one minute, then posting things like this in the next. I don’t claim to be consistent. I categorically am not. And I am no doubt often wrong.
But sometimes, I am right.