I do not want the kind of spiritual peace that is undisturbed by the world’s suffering cry. I do not want the kind of enlightenment that resists my dissolving into a universal allegiance with all of life. I do not want the kind of compassion that stops at my own interest, or even at my nation’s border. I do not want the kind of love that prays, meditates or hopes on behalf of the poor, but does not roll up it’s sleeves to help real people in the real world.