Nail

Anyone, of course, could see her, could see her eyes. If you walked up the Dixie Pike most any time of day, you´d be most like to see her resting listless-like on the railing of her porch, back propped against a post, head tilted a little forward because there was a nail in the porch post just where her head came which for some reason or other she never took the trouble to pull out.

Have you ever considered the nails used to pinion Jesus to the Cross? I see them as the attachments, the lusts and desires, that bind our psyche to the material world. During the individuation process, which C.G. Jung explored and described so well, such a nail could be seen as a love of fine things or a lust for another person. But it can equally be the desire to be the best at something, or our pride in a group or nation. Individuation begins to happen when we give up our 'attachments' to the material world. As Jesus said, »he who clings to his life shall lose it while he who let's it go shall find it.«

You could break a nail. Or pound a nail. Or get crucified by one. But that would be bad. As opposed to getting nailed, or nailing someone, which could be taken literaly or as a sexual reference.

Everyone should learn how to hit the nail on the head--in an argument if not carpentry.