In memory of Brian Wilson (1942–2025).

In a world increasingly marked by fracture and fear, it is hard not to return to the quiet, aching clarity of Brian Wilson’s song Love and mercy. Originally released in 1988, the song was not a protest anthem or a sweeping political critique. Instead, it was a simple, open-hearted wish: “Love and mercy, that’s what you need tonight. So, love and mercy to you and your friends tonight.” That simplicity feels radical now.

We are living through a time of compounding crises. The war in Ukraine drags on with unrelenting brutality, upending lives and destabilizing a region that yearns for peace. In Gaza, the devastation has reached catastrophic levels, with innocent civilians—children, the elderly, entire families—paying the price of geopolitical intransigence sparked by the inhuman October 7 (2024) massacre of Israelis and hostage-taking by Hamas. What followed has been a cycle of suffering and destruction, with no end in sight, no adequate protection for the most vulnerable, and no return of the 54 hostages remaining in captivity, the majority presumed dead.

Closer to home, the United States continues to harden its borders and policies, often with cruelty cloaked as sovereignty. Immigrants, many fleeing violence and poverty, are met not with compassion but with walls, raids, and deportations that, in some cases, violate international law and our own stated values.

Meanwhile, our own house is in disrepair. The health care system, frayed long before the COVID-19 pandemic, now teeters on collapse in some areas, with physicians burning out, hospitals closing, and patients falling through the cracks. We are witnessing the slow disintegration of public health infrastructure, hastened by defunding and political scapegoating. Science is distrusted. Expertise is discounted. Agencies meant to protect us—like the CDC, NIH, and EPA—are gutted, criticized, or ignored.

And then there is the attack on dignity itself. Anti-LGBTQ laws, rising hate crimes, and political movements that seek to erase or delegitimize entire communities are gaining traction. There are places in this country where it is now dangerous simply to exist as oneself.

All of this unfolds against the backdrop of a democracy in peril. We are no longer simply debating policies. We are debating the meaning of truth, the legitimacy of elections, and whether the rule of law applies to all. The center, if not gone, is certainly trembling.

In such a world, love and mercy can sound naïve. But perhaps they are not luxuries; perhaps they are prerequisites.

“Love” in this context is not sentimentalism. It is the active recognition of shared humanity. It is a kind of fierce tenderness, a refusal to allow cruelty to become normal. It means we ask not just how to win, but how to live with one another. It demands we look people in the eye—especially those unlike us—and say, I see you. You matter.

“Mercy”, too, is often misunderstood. It is not weakness or passivity. Mercy is a deliberate decision to interrupt cycles of retribution, to soften the heart in moments where it would be easier to harden it. Mercy asks us to protect rather than punish, to forgive even when we could condemn. It is what we grant when we choose understanding over vengeance, compassion over control.

Love and mercy are not substitutes for justice, but they are the soil in which justice can grow. They humanize our politics, temper our speech, and deepen our democracy. They are the antidote to cynicism. They keep us from becoming what we oppose.

We need love and mercy in immigration policies that see families, not just “flows.” We need them in the hospital room, in the exam room, and in the boardroom where decisions about health equity are made. We need them in international diplomacy that seeks resolution, not perpetual war. We need them in every state legislature debating rights, and in every household trying to make sense of a splintered world.

Brian Wilson, who battled his own darkness for decades, knew something about what it means to yearn for light. His music never denied the pain of life. But it insisted, again and again, that beauty, compassion, and healing were possible.

We would do well to follow that lead.

Because love and mercy are not just what we need tonight.

They’re what we need to survive.

Arthur Lazarus is a former Doximity Fellow, a member of the editorial board of the American Association for Physician Leadership, and an adjunct professor of psychiatry at the Lewis Katz School of Medicine at Temple University in Philadelphia, PA. He is the author of several books on narrative medicine, including Narrative Medicine: New and Selected Essays, and Narrative Rx: A Quick Guide to Narrative Medicine for Students, Residents, and Attendings, available as a free download.