A brilliant, elegiac statement of mystery and hope, the questions probing and the answer, when revealed, the only possible ay forward. Yes, we know how to heal. We can do it almost despite ourselves. The title question hints at a darker theme: do we need the wound? Does it serve some purpose? It may. I've asked: who am I without my rage? What hidden caverns would health reveal? It's a koan, yes, where the monks say some of the truest responses are nonsense.