I was born very far from where I’m supposed to be, and so I’m on my way home.
— Bob Dylan
There’s no direction home in Bob Dylan’s world because every road he could possibly take in any direction leads there. There’s no street, highway, country lane or footpath on which he won’t meet someone interesting, find unexpected hospitality, a stranger who’ll put him up for a day or two, a friend, a sage, a lover, a joke, a tall tale, a word of kindness or the snatches of a new tune.
God made the world to be a grassy road before his wandering feet — yours, too.