Dylan said The Answer (my friend) Is Blowing In The Wind. The answer is also in an old notebook, a period of reflection, buried in a movie, revealed over a cortado coffee with a friend, extracted like a buried dagger in a heated discussion, there on page 42, forced out in a session of writing, pretty damn obvious when we slow down, glaring at us from the book shop window, deep in our gut, obvious in our heart.
The Answer (my friend) Is There For The Taking.