Whenever I left my office today, I ran into a sea of people. Walking outside the building, protesters everywhere, I heard someone say it felt like the 60s. Even though I didn't experience the 60s myself, it felt like I imagined it felt then: people were energized, people were making their voices heard, people were expressing their displeasure, but they were doing so peacefully.
How this will all be resolved is hard to imagine at the moment, but it feels like a Dylan moment if ever I've felt one:
Yes, how many years can a mountain exist
Before it's washed to the sea ?
Yes, how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free ?
Yes, how many times can a man turn his head
Pretending he just doesn't see ?
The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
Yes, how many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky ?
Yes, how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry ?
Yes, how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died ?
The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind...
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