Before I went to Disneyland in the early sixties, I never gave Disney's mouse much thought. Sure, I watched the Mickey Mouse Club but mainly to see Annette Funicello. After my visit to Disneyland I gave Mickey even less thought. Disneyland was only a high class county fair, minus the livestock and the chickens.
Now I realize that this little three finger human-like field mouse is the messenger of nothingness. He is not all that innocent with his squeaky little voice. Sure, we all know he is not a real mouse; that Walt Disney created the Mickey Mouse character in 1928. He appeared in the first sound cartoon in 1928, Steamboat Willie. Not much later Roy Disney decided to copyright the character. This led eventually to a contract with George Borgfeldt who would make toys using Mickey and Minnie Mouse. After that, Mickey ruled the world.
The real truth is that Mickey rules over a soulless false utopia which brings the masses security, consumerism, scientism, banality, the police state, not to mention bad faith (Sartre). All of this helps to give rise to a soporific collective consciousness. Such a state makes capitalist predation possible and achievable. But worse it closes the door on spirit, that is, the Buddha-nature.
The Buddha-nature is replaced with happiness. Mickey Mouse, who doesn't have a Buddha-nature, represents this kind of happiness. All sentient beings have the right to experience happiness but a happiness twisted into a kind of petty-bourgeois cheerfulness. On the same score, but to put it differently, keep poverty, homelessness, disease and death out of this picture—all this interferes with my happiness. These things are happiness sucking.
As far as Mickey's compassion is concerned. He has none—not a trace. What Mickey Mouse does stand for is comfort. Mickey is the modern paraclete.
The Mickey Mouse ethos rules religion, too. There is not a dime's worth of difference between one modern religion and another—all believe in happiness and comfort. Nirvana or heaven, this is a place of happiness. And if you are in a lot of pain, physical or psychological, the priest will comfort you.
The higher need to contemplate the living substance of the universe which is the same substance that makes up our thoughts and dreams is unnecessary. There is no such thing, according to Mickey. There is only nothing. But it can be a happy, cuddly, cozy, warm nothing with lots of candy and mousy kisses.