An expression of compassion involves blessing all things.

Last week, on the train, I saw a religious Jew, probably Modern Orthodox. And I thought, “Yeah man, heavy trip, following the myriads of Jewish laws.” And I felt a fellowship, having lived that way myself. And it evoked compassion in me. I “saw” the other person and immediately wanted to bless him. “Hey, fellow Jew, who does his best to follow all those stress-producing laws. I hope that you will have a day of peace and no stress.”

The right to bless comes not from oneself, but from one’s Self.

How can one not be compassionate when one realizes that ayn ohd bilvado.