Originally from the Ancient Greek word 'empatheia', derived from "en" & "pathos" ["in" & "suffering or passion"]. Here we find the root of empathy's definition. Empathy is in emotion, feelings evoked from the animal in our psyche, the purported soul. It is sensation born of mirror neurons, not necessary under our control.

The Empathion is the empathetic dimension of the psyche, the part of the mind through which emotions are created and thence expressed.
Empathos is the corporeal manifestation of said dimension, expressed through the medium of a body.

Alexithymos [without-words-for-emotion] is an unaccepted dimension of the psyche, the part of the mind comprised of irreconcilable notions, it is proportionate to our own limitations rather than lacking in "actual compatibility". If a noumenon cannot be processed by The Empathion then it is relegated to Alexithymia wherein we cannot accept the inability to understand/emotionally analyse it at present, given the current pretext.

Alexithymia was constructed from a-lexis & thumos  [without-speech & soul, seat of emotion, feeling and thought]. It is a failure to integrate mirror-neurons into our own gestalt of consciousness, possibly because one does not yet possess the schema required for integration.

The Entheon is the actual dimension of the psyche, the part of the mind which is as according to reality (if/when aligned correctly).
The Apotheon is the elevated dimension of the psyche, the part of the mind which judges objects and thereby separates them from reality.

The Empatheon is the emotio-judgemental intersection of the psyche, The part of the mind where emotion can be comprehended, reflected and resonated (rather than merely sourced, determined and asserted). As a faculty The Empathion is intersected by both The Entheon and The Apotheon. Things-in-themselves may move through The Empatheon but their movements correspond to a generative dimension which cannot be known by the human psyché.

That mammoth architecture
of a midnight city, it keeps me high.
I feel more machine than human sometimes.
Cybran eyes,

Aeon mind.
What more is there than this Arcadian dream
in which I dare believe.
Our cerulean being we've come to crave,
Away from the sardonicism
of our heart's 'maze;

Its Love
Here.

I must proclaim
at this juncture in my philosophy:


Apotheosis is idolatry,
Entheos is actuality.

There was once a group of teenagers
who proclaimed they would live like gods;
And that we did, for a time nothing could stop us.
In hindsight it was another phase of turbulent adolescence,
Pushing it as far as the times would permit. I cherish such bitterstrange growing pains with nostalgic sweetness.

Some cast anchor, others drifted by.
Those friends that kept their ties
truly felt a sense of belonging
when by each others side,
They formed a lifeline.
Its feels like such
a time ago:

Where do the years go?
So many adventures
now remembered.

I can sense excess epinephrine, or
norepinphrine, clouding my judgement,
These adrenergic sons of Entactus;
The cathinone is but
simple amphetamine's
beta-ketone younger-cousin.

Replaced a methyl group with a fluoro one
and mephedrone's little brother was born:
The adorable flephedrone, don't be fooled though.

The stimulant is a chancer and a trickster,
Though this one seems more empathogenic than its brother;
I may be in danger of learning something.