Balm in Gilead

I felt I needed a good curative after reading this, which made me despair of our country, our times, of the whole damned human race: The Shadow War, In a Surprising New Light.

Excerpt: And so, Suskind writes, "the United States torture a mentally disturbed man and then leap, screaming, at every word he uttered." [More on this story later]

So I sought out balm from Gilead, and I found it here, in something that will

make you feel life is worth living, something wild, ragged and free:
I know a place where there's still something going on....:

For more restoratives, try these:

Here and there and everywhere, there's going to be embracing...

Searching for the very souls whom already had been sold...

Give me the right, in summer or in springtime...

God don't call it treason, God don't call it wrong....

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