What happens when we touch each other (metaphorical or real)? Is there a moment of acknowledgment and acceptance of the other involved? And in this nearness; does compassion occur?
When we are near each other, do we see the Other as a reflection of ourselves, a mirror of the internal feelings and troubles of the self? Is the Other a concept of the internal Other within ourselves? And if so: “Is it possible to have compassion with the real Other or even with ourselves?”
Is an acknowledgment of independent existence and having compassion really possible? Where does the self stop, and where does the Other begin?