Our Time Balm, By Vicki Robin

Research shows that our hearts think. Our hearts, if you will, have a brain. So I wonder if our hearts are the heart of the matter now. We won’t kill the hungry maw, but we can wonder how it feels to feel that starved and threatened when you have eaten ten times the little people’s share of food? We can have compassion for all in the grip of the worldview, ourselves included, having to sacrifice our dignity to live another day. If gloating and hating and taunting and trying to kill the overlords who temporarily occupy seats of power would stop the mouth without a brain or stomach, we could have done it. We need compassion for ourselves. For the innocent creatures with no territory to survive. For the functionaries who maintain the whole worldview architecture, including the media.