I threw the I-Ching yesterday,
it said there might be some thunder at the well. Peace and quiet's been avoiding me for so long
it seems like living hell. There's a lone soldier on the hill,
watchin' falling raindrops pour. You'd never know it to look at him,
but at the final shot he won the war After losin' every battle.
Bob Dylan, from Idiot Wind
"Organ Version" September 16, 1974