Not really, empathy is a default setting, I remember feeling other’s pain intensely as a child, and even now, after years of being a bit of a git, a tear-jerker on the telly will do its job. And on the hopeful side, despite apparant millenia of uselessness - We all still have an appendix.
Empathy will grow back. It is too useful a trait to not to. My empathy which makes a part of me pine for the tearful child selling tissues at the traffic lights also allows me to enjoy movies and learn to play better football just by watching TV.
But at what point, while we are on this point, does a generous supply of empathy become a surfeit…? I remember my father having very little compunction against classifying people almost instantaneously by their accomplishments, appearance etc. His classic line was we should shoot an insurance salesman every day, and a member of any other group that took his fancy at any particular time. These days however, we fall over backwards - craning our necks - to see person X’s good sides, seemingly blind to their overwhelming faults and lackings, perhaps for fear, in these hero-less and unheroic times, of being judged in turn.
Perhaps some see the bloated bellied child in the stick-like arms of its mother and feel some urge to tap their credit card number into a page on the internet - but I see a woman who will birth another child as soon as that one is weaned, to another father, despite the arriddity of the land and the flies and the politics. And then the child - this malnourished bone-bag on the edge of death - should it be saved - to what end…? Are we talking a TOE in the making…? A new Picasso…?
“Well you never know.”
“Yeah. Sure. Like to bet…?”
Nope, we are talking just another cog in the Wasp-factory of reproduction. Life for life’s sake.
Same goes for everywhere. For any colour.
Indonesia…? China…? Their biggest export is new strains of virus. Their biggest crime…? Supressing the facts.
The greatest luxury this century of feckless consumption has bought us is the freedom to refuse to judge.
Who said anything about ‘compassion’…? If you care at all for something or someone, you do not let it die, especially if they don’t want to, especially if they go on international TV and beg for help. The future, if indeed there is any, will require the kind of ‘compassion’ that allows a women in the bush to leave her baby to die in a shallow grave when she cannot feed it, a parent to strangle an unwanted girl. I think as an intellectual class we are more terrified about finding out exactly how easy it will be for us to become ‘compassionate’ in this way than of the acts being so will entail.
Think of the number of things we have already done in the name of the ‘greater good’, or even simply under the blanket statement of “it’s for your/their own good.” Works for both Lil’ Sammy or a country with a Saddam.
It doesn’t matter. What survives, survives. I find nothing preferable about sentient life, perhaps as a whole, throughout all worlds, doomed to cycles of rise and fall. And the mass-death/pain/anguish and cruelty this entails.
Are we cowards…? Unable to get past the mewling cries of the diseased and hopeless toward salvation and balance…? Because… Because… We just might feel a bit bad about ourselves…?

And to the tithers, those with what they feel is more than enough, or at least enough for the excess to be worth less in its having than in the hand of some needy other… Are you so indoctrinated by this climate of life at all costs and the refusal to judge one above another that it never crosses your mind that maybe, just maybe, you deserve through your actions and achievements, this more-than-enoughness…? And that the guy with the flappy shoes and the piss-streaked shorts fucked it up…?
Some people work, and some people don’t.
Some cultures work, and some cultures don’t.
If we were discussing any other form of life but our own, the choice to cut numbers would not even be a choice.