At the end of yet another day, supper is on the go, a Bob Dylan documentary is playing on the telly, the cat Princess is snuggled up at my feet, and I am feeling batted, just blowing in the wind.
I start to wonder how many roads must a man walk down before you call him a man. I first heard this song sung by a fellow school boy actually called Bob, can't remember his surname, but he was in hostel with me. I didn't now the meaning at the time, but it sounded kindof cool for a snotty nosed school kid like me. In an interview Dylan answered the following about this song "There ain’t too much I can say about this song except that the answer is blowing in the wind. It ain’t in no book or movie or TV show or discussion group. Man, it’s in the wind - and it’s blowing in the wind. Too many of these hip people are telling me where the answer is but oh I won’t believe that. I still say it’s in the wind and just like a restless piece of paper it’s got to come down some. But the only trouble is that no one picks up the answer when it comes down so not too many people get to see and know and then it flies away. I still say that some of the biggest criminals are those that turn their heads away when they see wrong and know it’s wrong. I’m only 21 years old and I know that there’s been too many. You people over 21, you’re older and smarter."
Yes we are older and smarter but are we wiser? The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind, the answer is blowing in the wind.
I may not have all the answers, but I know that God is in control.
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