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This from Richard Russell’s newsletter today:
A vision of the future by Bob Dylan from his song, “Hard Rain.”
And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son ?
And what did you hear, my darling young one ?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin’
I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-bleedin’
I heard ten thousand whisperin’ and nobody listenin’
I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin’
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.
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Dylan wrote this in 1963. We were in the midst of the cold war. Paranoia strikes deep . Into your life it will creep “For What’s Worth” Buffalo Springfield. Doom is always popular. Armageddon is loved by those who don’t know how to rejoice their own life, but want another and hope for the end of theirs in the name of resurrection. So ponder this, maybe your were a fly enjoying cow dung and were resurrected into whom you are now. Could explain that taste in the back of your month when you wake. This may be heaven after all. Enjoy your time you might comeback as pasture grass. Moo
I suspect this might be heaven, as you suggest. One can be a realist and still enjoy oneself.