Judgment is human kryptonite

As soon as I (i.e., you) make a negative judgment about somebody else, I can't love him.

Meaning, I won't bother to reach out to him.

I won't bother to help him.

I won't bother to get to know him.

I won't bother. He's different than me.

He's a hypocrite.

He's a racist.

He's fat.

He's ugly.

He smells.

He's weird.

He shouldn't have done that.

He shouldn't be wearing that.

He should know better.

That's wrong.

And on and on.

If I take any one of these beliefs (notice the word lie in belief) as truth, my real world behavior shifts accordingly. My love stops flowing. My compassion stops flowing.

And doing so hurts us, even if we are feeling wholly justified in our judgment and have the proof to back it up.

This hurt, similar to getting too close to fire, is interesting. It's like an internal alarm system, warning us we're about to go down a path that can lead to separation and/or possible warfare.

It's as if something wants us not to do this.

It is always judgment that prevents our unconditional love and compassion for all whom we come across from springing forth.

It is judgment that fundamentally prevents us from relating harmoniously with one another, especially with our ownselves.

A qustion to consider: who, literally, who is it that judges?