All aspects of this life are a rehearsal for the afterlife and every creature is engaged in action to this end. It is not possible that this effusion of compassion should go unnoticed. Clouds hover above our heads on wings of compassion, from the center of which rain comes down to our aid. Lightning and thunder bring us good tidings of rain with an uproar from the secret domain of compassion. The whole universe, in every particle of its being, ceaselessly sings the praises of the All-Compassionate.
All creatures together extol compassion with voices peculiar to each.
Consider the worm. It is in much need of compassion being under foot, but itself displays compassion. The soil through this operation is aerated, swells, and reaches a state propitious to the sowing of seeds. While the soil is a means of compassion for worms, worms are a mercy for the soil. Words fail us to describe such careless ones who burn grass and roots to obtain manure.