Often (Rarely) my heart (brain) is filled with love (certain neurotransmitters) for everyone (a group smaller than my Dunbar number) and everything (the set of objects and ideas I actually like). I want (say that I want in order to score social points) nothing more than (along with many other things) happiness in the world (for those people who will thereby make me happy). I don’t know what the meaning of life is (strongly suspect life is meaningless) but if it isn’t based in universal compassion I don’t need it (cling to the possibility I’m wrong).