We are standing at the punchbowl, glass in hand. Dude ambles over and we say, “Help yourself.” He doesn’t know it and we don’t either, but a spiritual pointer has just been expressed.
To love my neighbour as myself, I must recognize myself in my neighbour. Charity is clarity.
I cannot help anyone. That’s just the fact of the matter. The best and most I can do is to establish a set of conditions whereby a man is enabled to help himself.