The world is not suffering a series of separate crises. It is suffering a single illness. Beneath climate collapse, loneliness, political rage and the rise of machines lies one wound: we have lost our wholeness, our connection to each other, and our capacity for compassion.

Ranging across Aristotle and the Buddha, the Hebrew prophets and bell hooks, this book diagnoses what has gone wrong and asks what healing might mean. Religion, it argues, can wound the world or help cure it.

The remedy is not clever policy but a way of living: slow down, attend, repair, care.