After the Zen master Bankei died, a blind man who lived near his temple told a friend, “Since I cannot see people’s faces, I judge their character by their voice. When most people congratulate others’ happiness, I hear a hint of envy. When they give condolences for misfortune, I hear pleasure at their own good fortune.
“But Bankei’s voice was always sincere. When he was happy for others, I heard only joy. When he was sad for their troubles, I heard only compassion.”