The gift of sympathy... is a charming faculty, but one often abused by those who are conscious of its possession, for there is something ghoulish in the avidity with they will pounce upon the misfortune of their friends so that they may exercise their dexterity. It gushes forth like an oil-well, and the sympathetic pour out their sympathy with an abandon that is sometimes embarrassing to their victims.
ezs note: It's just my opinion, but other than news of his death, Phelps should be UTTERLY forgotten. He comes as close to a genuine Nazi as Adolf Hitler and his like, and should be treated as such. (And no, I do NOT use the term lightly.) If I were his undertaker, I wouldn't even bother with a tiny marker. So there.
I'm interested in how people create themselves. All artists do it. I told a lot of visual artists that I was doing this play and they said, "That fascinates me - how do we do that, how we become our art."