Without compassion, we yell at flowers until they bloom and then we say, “You’re welcome.” This is why we bloom compassion. I’ve been told we can’t make up words. This leads me to ask how we invent new things we discover? Without the ability to manipulate our language what good is it for? Is the whitecoat the only one who can move boxes around in your mind?
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