One day Chuang Tzu and his friend were walking by a river.
“Look at the fish swimming about,” said Chuang Tzu. “They are really enjoying themselves.”
“You are not a fish,” replied his friend. “So you cannot truly know that they are enjoying themselves.”
“You are not me,” said Chuang Tzu. “So how do you know that I do not know that the fish are enjoying themselves?”
Do we really understand what others feel? Does empathy come close to the real thing? It doesn’t, to be honest. You perceive others’ emotions to the best of your abilities, given your own experience. In other words, empathy is as good as speculation. What are we currently doing in the name of nationalism and religion? We are projecting our own feelings, or the lack thereof upon others. Time for some introspection, isn’t it?