Dylan’s Truth
Ours is an age in which opinions rule while “truth” is at best an elusive commodity: a suspect ideal to postmodern liberals, or (to the other side) the strict word of a stricter God. But only by appealing to truth can we call out what is nonsense. So, bypassing philosophers, I find in Bob Dylan’s 45-year body of art an elemental truth. Dylan’s is a truth steeped in tradition yet devoted to creativity, defiantly challenging everything “phony,” to the very UU refrain: “for every hung up person in the whole wide universe.”
