These heart spaces are nice to visit, but you wouldn't want to live there. It is strange how much of the exigency of truth attaches itself to these states without their actually being connected to any truth at all. There is an emotional amplification of empathy in which it looms large and portentous, but the emotionality arises from confusion and uncertainty, and empathy is only one of the more insistent idols of the tribe. You have to rely on multiple and contradictory auguries each pitched at a sort of worst case. The medium is that of stories, which means that they are staged, narratives in which you and all of the other parties are represented, narratives to which credence has already been given. You dither around in these states maintaining their intensity by whatever means you can while pretending that you are seeking to diminish it. There is nothing to be resolved here but it affords a glimpse of unavowed attachments whose contingency is starting to emerge.