Leaving home for parts unknown, it would have been hard for Jacob Will to discern whether or not it was rain or tears of grief that distorted his vision. Whatever they were. the road ahead was blurred by them. Not a particularly auspicious beginning as he drove through the Watchung mountains of New Jersey. (Mountains indeed.)
To a lot of people, the idea of leaving the greater NYC area would be anathema. Why? That’s a good question.
But if the only way to find your way home, or in life, is to leave, then that’s not such a difficult decision. And if it’s true, that wherever you go your issues are still with you, what must you do in order to answer that questions?
For Jacob Will, it’s simple – Eleven Little Deaths, all his. All he has to do is hit the road and pray it doesn’t hit back.
Like so many in this area, Jacob Will lived in New Jersey and worked in advertising in New York. If his own truths were evident to him, he would realize he was nothing but a wage slave. But that kind of realization would only come from deep introspection – something foreign to him. Yet, that was not the only thing he was unaware of.
The journey he was about to embark upon would take him places both physically and psychically with no map to guide him. Heaven won’t help him – he’s on his own.