| | I saw a squashed frog during a walk today. It reminded me of two things. You know how kids run around when they are little and squash bugs. There is a kind of pleasant glee that comes from watching those little things pop.
Well, this frog was really smashed good. It had guts spilling all over the place...
This I feel is compassion.
Love is seeing that poor little guy and realizing that he is smashed to smithereens. Completely annihilated, yet whole somehow.
I don't know,,,just some thoughts. |