In isolation, even once-intense emotions can begin to feel like strangers seeking attention — a sign, if genuine, that one’s bonds with the world are loosening. But this loosening is not an end in itself: its authenticity is tested by what remains. Where being is pure, feelings coalesce into compassion alone; where the ego persists, they remain self-serving, whatever else they resemble. Drawing on the Bhagavad Gita’s vision of the sage who sees a Brahmin, a cow, and an outcaste with equal eyes, this piece explores why true compassion is never particular — and how to tell purity apart from mere numbness.