Why do so many humans struggle with the concept of compassion?

[Diana]

I don't know. I'm so weary of the whole dynamic that something has to give. There has to be a better way of relating to this whole thing and so far, it's eluded me. I just know what I feel is wrong with the creation and the ways in which I don't want to relate to it, but I have yet to find a constructive alternative.

I understand. I figure that the constructive alternative you refer to is there somewhere (in the proverbial future of awareness) or this existence would be meaningless, and a completely random universe doesn't make sense to me for many reasons—one being consciousness. What I don't think a constructive alternative necessarily includes is an agreement.

So what I do is simply move forward. This is not a new concept nor is it something you or anyone doesn't already know. I move forward with my own convictions regardless of what the world is or what the world is doing, or how this existence is set up. Focusing on my own "mission," which does not mean a wanderer's mission or anything other than that which I choose to do and be in this world, is not a simple thing nor does it happen without vigilance.

I think "faith" is a really difficult concept and does not lend itself to verbal description. In addition, religions have so tainted the word it is almost impossible to extricate it from their collective contexts. And right here, after writing that sentence about religions, I can feel the pull of the human drama, and I want to focus on the injustice, ignorance, and violence religion has manifested and continues to manifest in this reality. But that is what I mean by staying focused on my own convictions. It's easy for me to focus on injustice, but that doesn't do me or anything or anyone else any good at all. I fight it continually, and keep pulling my attention back to what I want to accomplish, what I want to project, and what I want to represent—regardless of anything else, which could include the possibility that it all actually is random and meaningless, because no matter what anyone thinks or says, here, in 3D early 4d if that's the case, there is that pesky veil. Even Ra didn't know what was beyond a certain point.

However, there is an awareness inside one's being, of some kind, that I don't think is just an instinct for survival, that is ineffable but of an undeniable metaphysical (meaning beyond physical) and meaningful quality which provides a connection to everything there is. Maybe it's just cosmic forces such as gravity, or subatomic particles or waves that comprise the underlying structure of existence, but even just that, without a creator, is completely awesome.

Woody Allen puts it well in his own words from Hannah and Her Sisters: