A meditation which I likely read about somewhere, but which certainly occurred to me, is looking at children, feeling that spontaneous desire for their health and happiness, and taking that feeling and applying it to all people.
And on that note, it occurs to me that a useful reflection is that the biggest asshole and the biggest bitch you know would be admirable human beings, if they only knew how to get the love that they need, that we all need. Everyone needs love. There are no exceptions, even if countless people learn largely without it. No one can learn to live fully without it, even if this urge gets perverted, for example into the love of cruelty.
And you cannot look at the Baphomet statue in Detroit and not see an anger at living children, and a latent anger at the hurt children who live within the people who created this demonic work.
It seems to be my destiny to be able to imagine goodness, and to see evil. With regard to those Satanists, they are just the tip of the iceberg, in my view. You know what they say about the one cockroach you can see.
But Heaven is still near. This world is an odd, crazily interesting place. Most of us cannot even imagine how little we perceive of what we could have perceived, had we merely been more awake.