| Chapter 18; Compassion
Compassion for the ones that do not get it and never will. Compassion for the ones that understand it and continue to share. Compassion for all those life preservers I threw out to you so desperately trying to save you, when in the end it was me I was trying to save. I must have compassion well up inside me for all those that have no more room to breath, and suddenly will find themselves out of breath, dying ever so slowly to the dreams and life that they once knew. I must have compassion when facing the world ocean that lies ahead, upon which we so triumphantly hope to cross. Compassion is empathy put into action. How about this. One is concerned with himself and his desires, then he sees the other people, living on the planet, then his actions are done for the planet, which is cared for by the divine hand, so then he turns to face his God, and by serving Him, is that the best? Or is he still being selfish concerned with his own god essence, his spirit. The desire of my spirit. When we are in the humble servitude of service to a greater cause are we not still just serving our selves. But this seems false and transpiring as your life moves into things that you may dislike. And there in lies the crux of the matter which is Desire. If the soul is always moving with desires and it is our action to perform desires, and we establish that rather then fulfilling our own desires, we can give into fulfilling others desire, and instead try to do whatever is necessary in service and gratitude moved by universal compassion of the one life that exists under all the myriad forms of existence. Whatever is necessary to follow spirit and fulfill the desires not of this world but of god, then we have a communication breakdown. How am I supposed to know what gods desires are, let alone gods desires for me to fulfill? There is a way, but once your soul is with god, then what? And why do I even ask? The meaning is the meaning you give yourself; the purpose is the purpose you give to yourself. I have no other purpose but to exist in a state of being which can write this and express my ideas of what my purpose is. So I create this story for you even though it’s been told by everyone. This story is everyone being their own story whether they write their meaning or leave it alone does matter, for you want everyone to know they have meaning, they exist in this world for you. A child’s fascination and curiosity. I could go on and on, but you’ve probably heard this story before so I won’t repeat it. You’ll have to make it up for yourself as you write it. |
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