Our Walt Whitman Jesus

"Visions and dreams, illusions, mirages, chimeras. And now the painting of Jesus! There it is before him, just up ahead! His long-nurtured pernicious all-consuming obsession is now in his face--an animated cartoon, stretched out across the sky in his path. He knows it’s Marcellina’s Jesus, knows it’s just the portrait he’s been looking for, knows it by some insidious instinct. The face is Egyptian, for one thing, just as he had always imagined it. But now as he stares at the apparition it begins to move, shift about, a primitive kaleidoscopic slide show, one image morphing into another, then yet more, another, then another. In a stupor, he watches as the face, spread out now across the horiz

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