The Dalai Lama has said, “My religion is kindness.” A few years ago, I wrote an essay about the desire of a young Amish boy to be “kinder than the dickens.”
Why is it that these declarations of striving to be kind strike us as so very surprising? Or do they seem natural to you? What are your own experiences with kindness? John O’Donohue includes kindness as a special form of beauty. Do you agree?