"The real trick to life is not to be in the know, but to be in the mystery."
-Fred Alan Wolf

19 June 2017


Five windows light the cavern'd Man: thro' one he breathes the air;
Thro' one hears music of the spheres; thro' one the Eternal Vine
Flourishes, that he may receive the grapes; thro' one can look
And see small portions of the Eternal World that ever groweth;
Thro' one himself pass out what time he please, but he will not;
For stolen joys are sweet, and bread eaten in secret pleasant.

So sang a Fairy, mocking, as he sat on a streak'd tulip,
Thinking none saw him: when he ceas'd I started from the trees,
And caught him in my hat, as boys knock down a butterfly.
How know you this, said I, small Sir? where did you learn this song?
Seeing himself in my possession, thus he answer'd me:
My Master, I am yours! command me, for I must obey.

Then tell me, what is the Material World, and is it dead?
He, laughing, answer'd: I will write a book on leaves of flowers,
If you will feed me on love−thoughts, and give me now and then
A cup of sparkling poetic fancies; so, when I am tipsy,
I'll sing to you to this soft lute, and show you all alive
The World, when every particle of dust breathes forth its joy.

William Blake

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