As PS launches, we will be looking more at the interaction between art and science. This article about a Dylan song, covered by Jimmy Hendrix, caught my eye.
https://www.reasontorock.com/tracks/watchtower.html
The lyrics discuss the timeless story of liberation:
There must be some kind of way outta here
Said the joker to the thief
There’s too much confusion
I can’t get no relief
Business men, they drink my wine
Plowman dig my earth
None were level on the mind
Nobody up at his word
Hey, heyNo reason to get excited
The thief he kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke
But but you and I, we’ve been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us stop talking falsely now
The hour’s getting lateAll along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants, too
Outside in the cold distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl
The article, I think, gets the interpretation correct. This seems like the song for our moment. I wonder if we are the thief: cast as the villains outside the gates, deemed enemies of the watchtower. We are approaching with a different set of values. We hope for a better way. Or are we really just a thief?
What do you think will happen when the two riders reach the Watchtower?