Maybe compassion is the elixir of life. Perhaps the reason we've never found the mythical philosopher's stone is because we've always searched for something outside of ourselves. Compassion is an inside job.
What many of us fail to realize is that with a simple click of the mouse, our worlds open up far and wide, and, along with long lost friends, people we have consciously chosen to close out of our lives come tumbling back in.
What would really serve the Right in their frequent, flinty, fear-mongering moments is an acknowledgement of their own humanity or, as improbable as such soul-searching may sound, the more than occasional lack thereof.
How different our world would be if we were all just a bit more compassionate and kind! So what is it that prevents us? Kindness is free, it never goes bad, it has no sell-by date, we can never get enough of it, and we can never give enough of it.
I was glad to see the military acknowledging and addressing the separateness created by our all volunteer army, because I think it has profound consequences for our engagement with the men and women who serve.
To Kill a Mockingbird forces us to look beneath the surface of our well-intentioned rhetoric ... It affirms that it is not propaganda, religious dogma, or political power that is the catalyst for change -- it is compassion.