I do not want to talk about what you understand about this world. I want to know what you are willing to do about it. I do not want to know for what you hope. I want to know what you are willing to work for. I do not want your sympathy for the needs of humanity. I want your muscle. As the wagon driver said when he got to the bottom of the long, hard hill: "Thems that going with us - get out and push. Thems that ain't - get out of the way."