Compassion awakens in the realization that human relationships cannot be plotted or planned.
And did I happen to mention what love is? It’s space. Beautiful space.
When Aladdin rubbed his hands together, the friction was sufficient to summon the genie in his ring. When his mother buffed his magic lamp, an even greater genie appeared. Apparently, we need friction.
Yes, relationships can be worked on, and sometimes these efforts are successful. But love is not an effort; it cannot be worked on or deemed a success.
True relationships are run on actions, not words. Words have this shortcoming: they’re not facts. While they may point to or symbolize a fact, they’re obviously not what they point to or symbolize. You can’t eat the word bread.