How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, 'n' 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.
How many years can a mountain exist
Before it's washed to the sea?
Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, 'n' 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.
-Bob Dylan
Predictably unpredictable. That's how a friend of mine used to describe me. Makes sense now.
Is there comfort in routine? Is there a need to validate our existense by our innate need to feel? Is hope really a good thing or does it just offer false promises that bring back memories of a better time? How long do we have to live till we are truly free? Is freedom an illusion? Is certainity a myth? Did Andy Wachowski really marry a dominatrix? Do we have to be a compulsory participant in the inconsequential emotional dramas of life? Are love, happiness and success simply figments of the human imagination? Is Kevin Spacey really gay? Are dreams an hopes the same or are they just equally unacheivable? Does anything really matter in the end? If so, what truly matters? Why does life seem too short and sometimes far too long? Why am I so confused?
The answers my friends, are blowing in the wind.










May 15, 2006
u started drinking ????