From my formative years I am distasteful of sympathy and compassion as human themes. A dictionary search of sympathy is perverse for me and it says; 'a feeling of pity and distress for the suffering and misfortune, often coupled with a desire to alleviate the other one's suffering.” Empathy and sharing I understand but never easy with pity, sympathy and compassion. These human traits are always cause for concern. When my pet died I carried him to the pit and an unfelt tenderness overpowered me and never felt I was doing something out of compassion and honesty, for it was me and none but me , who has a purpose to participate in the encore. For an aberration in this otherwise subtle thought; I am struck with some lines ; passionate, and holding; 'hug me if you wish, like a crazy lover, not as a distant star dispensing glimmer.' To be passionate and distant is not in the scheme of the universe. Being sympathetic, piteous and compassionate and not belong there is outrageous for me. If I belong then I share and not put myself at the place where I look upon your sufferings like a God or angel. The moment I hold you, hug you, your suffering, misfortune are mine, what I do then is not compassion or pity, it is love that endures both and not distributing waters of exalted benevolence.
I loathe benevolent dispensation to human misery,compassion,cruel mercy and pity and am in league with the dictator in my soul who betroths to the company who treads the earth I step on and cry for atonement in unity of souls.
