Over the last few days my thoughts have turned consistently to the task and potential catastrophes that imperil out world and to the innumerable moments of intense, subjective suffering all beings experience without end.
Take, for example, the mosquito that was buzzing around me yesterday in the courtyard of my wife’s school. The air was crisp and biting, a harbinger of Autumn. And my heart was instantly gripped by the realization that, soon enough, this little being would die of cold and starvation. Writing it I cannot capture the depth of the experience but suffice it to say I now have an itchy bite on my hand where I allowed her to take her fill.
Whether or not you think this was stupid, whether you hate mosquitos out not the point is that we’re all just like her. Deluded, lost and living in a world over which we have no control. Let us abandon cruelty and, with what time we have left, break through to stream entry.
Cattāri Brahmavihārā 
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