ABRAHAM MILLER, Unmoral Maxims

The eternal God, in whom we live, and move, and have our being, has impressed upon us all one nature, which as an emanation from him, who is universal life, presses us by natural society to a close union with each other; which is, methinks, a sort of enlargement of our very selves when we run into the idea, sensations and concerns of our brethren: by this force of their make, men are insensibly hurried into each other; and, by a secret charm, we lament with the unfortunate, and rejoice with the glad; for it is not possible for an human heart to be averse to any thing that is human: but, by the very mien and gesture of the joyful and distressed, we rise and fall into their condition; and since joy is communicative, 'tis reasonable that grief should be contagious, both which are seen and felt at a look, for one man's eyes are spectacles to another to read his heart: those useful and honest instruments do not only discover objects to us, but make ourselves also transparent; for they, in spite of dissimulation, when the Heart is full, will brighten into gladness, or gush into tears: from this foundation in nature is kindled that noble spark of celestial fire, we call charity or Compassion, which opens our bosoms and extends our arms to embrace all mankind.

Compassion--that's the one thing no machine ever had. Maybe it's the one thing that keeps man ahead of them.