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Reptiles Of The Mind: William Blake

I found myself sitting on a pleasant bank beside a river by moonlight, hearing a harper who sang to the harp, and his theme was: The man who never alters his opinion is like standing water, and breeds reptiles of … Continue reading

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The Doors of Perception

If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is, infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thru’ chinks of his cavern. William Blake Blake is probably consciously alluding to … Continue reading

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Unforgiving: William Blake

A Poison Tree I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I watered it in fears, Night and morning … Continue reading

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