I Remind Myself That My Pain Is

When You Feel Compassion, You Dethrone Yourself From The Centre Of The World.

Compassion Is Aptly Summed Up In The Golden Rule, Which Asks Us To Look Into Our Own Hearts, Discover What Gives Us Pain, And Then Refuse, Under Any Circumstance Whatsoever, To Inflict That Pain On Anybody Else. Compassion Can Be Defined, Therefore, As An Attitude Of Principled, Consistent Altruism.

After A Time I Found That I Could Almost Listen To The Silence, Which Had A Dimension All Of Its Own. I Started To Attend To Its Strange And Beautiful Texture, Which Of Course, It Was Impossible To Express In Words. I Discovered That I Felt At Home And Alive In The Silence, Which Compelled Me To Enter My Interior World And Around There. Without The Distraction Of Constant Conversation, The Words On The Page Began To Speak Directly To My Inner Self. They Were No Long Expressing Ideas That Were Simply Interesting Intellectually, But Were Talking Directly To My Own Yearning And Perplexity.

There Is Nothing In Islam That Is More Violent Than Christianity.

And Sometimes It's The Very Otherness Of A Stranger, Someone Who Doesn't Belong To Our Ethnic Or Ideological Or Religious Group, An Otherness That Can Repel Us Initially, But Which Can Jerk Us Out Of Our Habitual Selfishness, And Give Us Intonations Of That Sacred Otherness, Which Is God.