Do We Not Recognize Our Own Cruelty And Meanness?

Do we know what compassion means? What is it like? What would it be like if we had compassion? How are we missing it when we are? Just how stiff ARE our necks? The stiffness of the neck is in the mind. When we see misery, do we immediately reject acceptance of that state and see joy and beauty instead? I wonder if that is the deal about two tunics. We have one we are wearing, and one in the blessing of our mind. We can change the state we see and a “tunic” will manifest on their back.

What if we saw everyone as our friend, as family, as people we wanted to help?