Following is from a book of poetry by Robert Bly, which contains poems from Hindu poet and saint Kabir:

It’s 9:37 a.m. on September 11, 2001 and the third plane has just crashed into the Pentagon which is 9 miles from where I live. I hear the TV anchor announce that all air traffic has been suspended due to the earlier attacks but that there is one plane unaccounted for still in the air.

I wondered recently if it would be spiritually congruent to convert to Islam simply to coerce people to be more tolerant (and was gently reminded that coercion is not an authentic spiritual practice).