And yet, in the shadow of what increasingly resembles autocratic rule (led by figures who embody the very narcissistic and anti-empathic ideologies we’ve normalized), there are signs of something stirring. A slow, aching recognition is emerging: that compassion, extended beyond the familiar, is not weakness but repair. That honoring the dignity of those outside our immediate affiliations (across race, class, religion, and belief) is not “political correctness” or “identity politics” but the groundwork of collective healing. We are, perhaps, just beginning to sense the cost of abandoning each other. And while the path forward is long, uneven, and burdened with the debris of a broken moral architecture, the work of becoming more fully human remains possible. It begins not with the loudest voice or the grandest reform but with a quiet turn inward and then a resolute return outward toward care.