Reminders for myself

In my mind, pity isn’t even analogous to compassion. Pity is just the paternalistic cousin of contempt. It allows us to see others as “those less fortunate than ourselves” (a term I loathe). Pity keeps the other person at a distance and me in a rarified state of satisfaction.... Compassion, on the other hand, draws us close.

The chicken needs to peck through the eggshell and develop the strength through the pecking in order to make it. If you break the shell for them, they will die. If you mess with the origin in any subtle way, it can affect the entire trajectory