We are all alive. It is the single greatest and most important unifying experience we all share. You would think that alone would build empathy. That all of our 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.
