Love is a mess of romance and compassion. Compassion can remain.
The glowing contents remain inside after the rigid but fragile compartment shatters.
Suffering evokes compassion from you for others. Why not you?
First-World nations have a garden where can dance the better angels of our nature.
Accused of grave wrongdoing, the reasons rang true to me.
Carl Jung described a person’s subconscious “Shadow” into which they repress conscious knowledge of their self which they don’t like about their self.