33.7%
*33.7% "immerse them in the sea of lights" --'Abdu'l-Baha baptism, boundary geography of separate nation against nation seeming failure incarnate water clear as crystal prophecies of old bending beneath boughs of figs to heal a weary world nomadic one of all that's kind leave gray salt out for me on stones ahead as easily as you walked on galilee rest me along the riverbank glad rush at every birth that flows until our end such transhumance of all we're worth it is any wonder then the pilgrimages made for sheer salinity and cleansing of the wounds from toil and trade miracle of minerality and buoyancy in which you cannot drown or sink or slip beneath death's ditch dare i drink deeply then the difference somewhere between this fresh hope and stagnation in which all of nature teems? --ls 1.9.26 *the dead sea's salt percentage
