(I know I've played this before, but it's such a great track and an amazing album; however, no one does it better than Dylan himself.)
It struck me earlier today, when I was wailing and writhing on the floor (as one occasionally does during prayers*), that all the painful and highly embarrassing facts connected with my evil, confusion and weakness, may be a blessing in disguise: they distract me form all the evil, confusion and weakness of others. I noticed that whenever I get distracted from my preoccupation with myself and start focusing what others – not all of them mind you, but countless legions – do, not only do I reinforce my hate towards them, which is good, but I get ever closer to bursting, about which I’m not so sure.
*I have to admit, though, I seem to be overdoing this
approach recently, especially that when I look at my life, it doesn’t’ seem to
be particularly productive. On top of that, nowhere does Jesus seem to reassure
me that when I kick the bucket, I’ll be able to gate-crash the party with “but I did wail and writhe on
the floor”. Someone please correct me if I’m wrong (or I’ll cry and writhe on the floor).
