But my sincerity is merely an accident, born of the things I feel so strongly. Meet any person who feels compassion beyond her capacity, and you shall see the same exact honesty.
Sincerity is not my virtue. It is the endless result of compassion. It is driven, but is not the driver.
I work not on developing her, but on a wonderful day when I fall more deeply for the human race, she will be seen.
My virtue is feeling.
So I strive to feel more.
So I strive to understand.
So I deal gently.
Or so I try.
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