>Loosely adapted from Mabel Collins' theosophist Light on the Path and painted onto the rafters by Eugene O'Neill in 1918, the sentiments, one to a rafter, read:Before the eyes can see, they must be incapable of tears!Before the ear can hear, it must have lost its sensitiveness!Before the voice can speak, it must have lost its power to wound!Before the soul can fly, its wings must be washed in the blood of the heart!I'm afraid that Miss Collins's occult imperatives were the deepest reading of my Provincetown New Year's sojourn, but I did ponder them every day.
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Loosely adapted from Mabel Collins' theosophist
Light on the Path and painted onto the rafters by Eugene O'Neill in 1918, the sentiments, one to a rafter, read:
Before the eyes can see, they must be incapable of tears!
Before the ear can hear, it must have lost its sensitiveness!
Before the voice can speak, it must have lost its power to wound!
Before the soul can fly, its wings must be washed in the blood of the heart!I'm afraid that Miss Collins's occult imperatives were the deepest reading of my Provincetown New Year's sojourn, but I did ponder them every day. Although the house O'Neill lived in at 577 Commercial Street is gone, the beams were apparently saved and moved to one of the condominiums at the same address. Mabel herself led an at least as colorful life as Eugene; see here for an account of her days with
Jack the Ripper.