About Jane

The labyrinth is thoroughly known; we have only to follow the thread of the hero-path.  And where we had thought to find an abomination, we shall find a god.  Where we had thought to slay another, we shall slay ourselves.  Where we had thought to travel outward, we shall come to the center of our own existence.  Where we had thought to be alone, we shall be with all the world.

– Joseph Campbell

whisky chair

She raised her hands from the side of the pen in a  gesture hieratic and profound.  A visionary light settled in her eyes.  She saw the streak as a vast swinging bridge extending upward from the earth through a field of living fire.  Upon it a vast horde of souls were rumbling toward heaven.  There were whole companies of white-trash, clean for the first time in their lives, and bands of black niggers in white robes, and battalions of freaks and lunatics shouting and clapping and leaping like frogs.

And bringing up the end of the procession was a tribe of people whom she recognized at once as those who, like herself and Claud, had always had a little of everything and the God-given wit  to use it right.  She leaned forward to observe them closer.  They were marching behind the others with great dignity, accountable as they had always been for good order and common sense and respectable behavior.  They alone were on key.  Yet she could see by their shocked and altered faces that even their virtues were being burned away.  She lowered her hands and gripped the rail of the hog pen, her eyes small but fixed unblinkingly on what lay ahead.  In a moment the vision faded but she remained where she was, immobile.

At length she got down and turned off the faucet and made her slow way on the darkening path to the house.  In the woods around her the invisible cricket choruses had struck up, but what she heard were the voices of the souls climbing upward into the starry field and shouting hallelujah.

– Flannery O’Connor

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One Response to About Jane

  1. Mary says:

    Jane,
    Very nice writings, I have trouble now comprehending some things but I still very much appreciate the art of writing. I used to write and I love to analyze still, it’s great exericise for my brain. I loved Dollhouse and hated to see it go, it was one of the better shows on TV. Hope to see something about LOST!

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