Compassionate Blot or Blot on Compassion?

I counted six times, as I drew in a shape without plan. Filled in with ink, this is how it looked.

Aha, a Rorschachian moment!

I recognized the first thing that jumped out.

Take a look at it before you read my blog. Record your observations if you so wish.

There she was!

I saw a mother, enrobed in compassion and love.

She popped out in all shades and colors. Say her name in different tongues. Matr, Mater, Mother, Madre, Mutter, Mata, Mama, Maman, Ma, and Mom, there’s something universal about her.

Yes, mothers are the same everywhere. With ease, I pull up another from the blot.

Fiercely proud of her son, this mother’s love is not any different from the other. Yet, she fears for his safety, even if both sons of different wombs share common blood of humankind

The polarized way of life today limits us to viewing humanity as black, brown, yellow, or white. We lose the opportunity to see who is really in front of us; another human being.

If an amorphous blot can be personified, why do we choose to reduce humanity to blobs?

Dedicated to all victims of hate crimes