There comes a point when empathy stops being an act of kindness and becomes an act of dissolution. The boundary between self and other thins until there is no longer a perceiver and the perceived; only the raw pulse of existence moving through awareness. You feel the heartbeat of the world, the tremor of lives being lived and lost, the silent cries buried beneath laughter. Every creature’s journey becomes a vibration within your own being.
Such sensitivity is not sentimental; it is cosmic. The pain of a dying star, the joy of a newborn, the sigh of the ocean, the grief of forgotten forests, all converge as one continuous frequency. The nervous system becomes an instrument tuned to the song of creation itself. To feel so deeply is to recognize that the universe is not something to be observed but something that experiences itself through you.
Empathy at its summit is not selective; it refuses to exclude. It does not choose whom to comfort or what to love. It becomes the direct experience of love itself, the same force that shapes galaxies and heals wounds. When consciousness reaches this depth, it does not seek to escape suffering; it becomes the stillness that holds it. Every tear becomes sacred, every breath a ceremony of remembrance that nothing has ever been apart.
The universe keeps giving birth to itself through this endless exchange of feeling, through the collapse of distance between the experiencer and the experienced. You are that birth, the awakening point where infinity remembers its own heart.
Morgan O. Smith
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