My mind is a hard drive and CPU that stores and processes my version of the world. How I define my self reflects the MATTER in my physical reality. What I say about others is like looking in a mirror and judging my reflection. When I look in my mirror everything I see looks beautiful and perfect, and this perception is reflected in my physical experience. What I see is what I get (WISIWIG), my life is a holographic reflection of my mind, and I am the perfect reflection of perfection.
Whapishhh, that's the sound of a dollar in your back.
There is always somebody somewhere willing to give compassion, but not me.
Everything is SELF, so compassion is feeling sorry for my self.