What Rumi asks for isn't merely kindness—it's a *style* of kindness that matches each virtue to its natural expression. The sun doesn't choose whom to warm; running water doesn't pause to judge what it touches; night falls indiscriminately. He's suggesting that our generosity becomes corrupted the moment we make it transactional or selective, waiting to see if someone "deserves" our grace. When you catch yourself hesitating to forgive a colleague's mistake until they've proven themselves worthy, you're forgetting that night covers all faults equally, without requiring an apology first.