Nor can I ever be truly against something until I feel a genuine empathy for those who are for it."
Stopping for a moment to acknowledge, I could be standing in the exact same spot as you, well scientifically speaking, in actuality, I'd likely be standing just a little to the left or right and back a step or two from where you're located when say, that calamity happened around us and thus I hadn't truly nor really shared in your experience at all. Heck as it were, we may not have even shared in the horrors of horrors or that feeling of joy what-so-ever... If I'm not mistaken, you may even have been giggling, even if only perhaps out of some distorted sense of your own discomfort rather than any half baked and moribundish old glee... note the made up words with no meaning. Really, who am I to know?
Well, I do try to listen... But, as we all know, listening is an art that even if somewhat perfected is intermittent and subject to whatever distraction takes over us at any given moment like that pretty bird over their or as distracting the misprinted word "their" or the thoughts of "I wonder what's for dinner" that just crossed my mind.
Why of course, I do read things... although completely aware that my comprehension of what I've just read or am reading is so completely infused by what I've experienced and heard from so many others I could hardly claim to know just how accurate my understanding of these words I've just read let alone just written are accurate in any way shape or form... accuracy in comprehension, a measure of even the remotest of possibility? What's your experience with this? Be honest, I'm sure you've read into the white bits on these pages as well.
So, in any first hand experience, the second placed conversation or the third possibility of even best read opportunities how could I possibly have every begun to know what you're thinking let alone feeling, this seems impossible to me at this time, to you, no?
So, I strive for perfection and a level of empathy I know I'll never find simply in the hope that my opinions albeit often presented too strongly are tempered with my own personal understanding that they have no real meaning until I'm fully aware of another's feeling which I'll never truly share even slightly let alone completely. But even after thinking this, quite simply... why would I ever stop trying to learn something different. Although I often imply it, why would I ever think my way of thinking or anyone else's opinions, notions or beliefs however different from the ones I'm currently contemplating can be any worse, equal to or better than mime?
Worse yet, if I give up on this attempt at this imperfected pursuit of my idealized impression of an empathic understanding of even the one's I instantly perceive adversarial, might I miss the opportunity for a better understanding of this pursuit in the first place? So, I openly argue while trying to listen and let it all jumble about in my thinking until as much I can at any given moment let it all percolate and boil in back of my brain while I wait for an answer that likely won't come as we sit here and talk about things we disagree on and enjoy one another's company in full flourished understanding that anything said is to be tempered by a the spirit that both of us are deeply concerned with an understanding of the other's ideas, notions and opinions... Of course, in full appreciation and with fully disclosed knowledge and agreement that these feelings, thoughts, notions, opinions and even, egads those dreaded belief systems are subject to change... without notice.
hmmmm... that's it. For now.