You would think that alone would build empathy. That all of us having been blessed with, or serendipitously thrown into, a chance to experience a small fraction of all time in the universe would make us kinder to each other or the world kinder to us. But it doesn’t, a lot of the time. A lot of the time, due to other people, or our own actions, or plain circumstance, bad things happen. Things that terrify us. Things we can’t control.
