… Brain Pickings brings me the beautiful poem Kindness by Naomi Shihab Nye, i quote the last two stanzas:

_Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside, _You must wake up with sorrow. _You must speak to it till your voice _catches the thread of all sorrows _and you see the size of the cloth.

_Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore, _only kindness that ties your shoes _and sends you out into the day to mail letters and purchase bread, _only kindness that raises its head _from the crowd of the world to say _It is I you have been looking for, _and then goes with you everywhere _like a shadow or a friend.¹