Compassion

The more I look the clearer it becomes that all forms of aggression are the lack of love in an individual turned into power. It’s the ego defending itself after having suffered without being able to deal with the suffering which remains in the air of his being and jumps back to life actually asking for help, revealing it in the hope that others will hear and see and help him heal but instead others tend to reject him or her even more. What people are really afraid of is recognizing in themselves the same wounds and so what they are rejecting is the possibility of becoming conscious of their own pain, repeating the cycle of aggression in rejection.

Our psychological lives are very much like tornadoes. If we cannot stand in the center or outside the circle we cannot avoid getting washed away by the current.

That is the role of real I: to stand in the center and be, not ignoring or being indifferent to the pain but letting the whirlwind live itself out and bearing it because it seldom kills, and when one does that what dies is the anger and what rises is compassion for one’s self as much as others. 

To be able to bear with the assault one must trust one's self. Lack of trust is what makes one fall every time. Every time one is successful roads of being open to one's self. Roads to the inner world of our outer world. Trust leads to compassion and compassion leads to the human being. Compassion is not petty pitty, it is the greatest passion anyone could ever move in. It is not a feeling, it does not belong to the realm of emotions but is a quality of the I itself. A quality of power.