An excerpt:

I confess that I think “struggle,” as a word, a verb, should have less negative connotations. Sometimes I get a profound mind-vision (just the feeling, no pictures) of the whole of humanity struggling to take out the wash, drive the kids to school, convince the mugger to do no harm, strike down the enemy, discover the way on the map, run up a hill, determine the most beneficial choice, hide true feelings, breathe, sleep, live, compete, etc.

Then I close my eyes and I feel the planet doing its thing –churning, growing, dying– and I attribute nobility to the whole. I feel compassion for the whole.