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Love…tough one. To me love is about compassion. I think there are different levels of love. I love each and every person in this world—from the crack head to the newborn babies—my love grows as I get to know people. Although it is hard for me to admit—I even love the people who have hurt me (just a little)—I have compassion for them because they have to have something wrong with them to do the horrible things they did to me. I guess the next question would be—what is compassion? I’ll have to think about that a little more…

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Ditto.

I would also like to add that with compassion you can have responsible compassion and negative compassion. For example, if a friend is hooked on drugs and asks you for money, you give it to him, he buys more drugs. Or, you buy him groceries and he nourishes himself because of your action.

sorry for the jack.