Ask Dali Mama

Here is an excerpt from a young Flannery O’Connor’s journal quoted from The New Yorker (http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2013/09/16/130916fa_fact_oconnor):

Dear God, I cannot love Thee the way I want to. You are the slim crescent of a moon that I see and my self is the earth’s shadow that keeps me from seeing all the moon. The crescent is very beautiful and perhaps that is all one like I am should or could see; but what I am afraid of, dear God, is that my self shadow will grow so large that it blocks the whole moon, and that I will judge myself by the shadow that is nothing. . . .