I have already written with disgust about the empath.* I am displeased with people who think they're that. Such a conceit advertises different waves of blindness and fakeness. It's usually wounded people who don't know what they feel who believe they know other people's feelings. Even if sensations and emotions were as simple as categories rather than the near-infinite shades of chemistry they are, could a so-called empath pinpoint me somewhere on this?
At Christmas – though it's sunny and pleasant here in Henderson, NV and mortally cold elsewhere – we feel moments of childlike love and care for others, even strangers. It fades like the morning dew.** Jesus can do that to children, which (I constantly say) we are.
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Comments are welcome, but I'd suggest you first read "Feeling-centered therapy" and "Ocean and boat" for a basic introduction to my kind of theory and therapy.