Every instruction requires a mindfulness that could always be reconsidered, even returned to. If this trust gives itself to the view of necessity, 'need' finds its way into being.
Having got to the bottom of the question of helping, one view of things fits into the essentiality of one's own, freed from the veil of that blindness of not being able and not wanting to.
The shroud of sadness interweaves with fear and anger to form a veil of hope, again and again in the life of the Ganges.
If one's own heart spoke rather than another's, the round dance of the soul would be found in listening to the omission of many things.