“Compassion is an unstable emotion. It needs to be translated into action, or it withers.” (Sontag, p. 101) Art can be, among other things, compassionate action. Is it not an act of compassion to look without blinking at the suffering of others? To face it directly without mixing it with one’s own psychological motivations? Might this not be the first step toward transfiguration?
“But soon my fingers fail’d me, my face droop’d and I resign’d myself,/ To sit by the wounded and soothe them, or silently watch the dead;)