Thou art a man God is no more Thy own humanity Learn to adore
William BlakeRead
When the doors of perception are cleansed, men will see things as they truly are, infinite.
Interpretation
This quote suggests that our perceptions can limit or expand our understanding of reality.
William Blake's quote emphasizes the importance of clearing one's perspective to gain a deeper, more truthful understanding of the world. By cleansing our perception, we can move beyond surface appearances and perceive the infinite possibilities and truths that exist, suggesting that reality is richer and more profound than we often realize.
In practice
In a motivational speech about mindfulness, this quote can illustrate the importance of having a clear mind.
Thou art a man God is no more Thy own humanity Learn to adore
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
O thou who passest through our valleys in Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat That flames from their large nostrils! Thou, O Summer, Oft pitchest here thy golden tent, and oft Beneath our oaks hast slept, while we beheld With joy thy ruddy limbs and flourishing hair.
Every Night and every Morn Some to Misery are born. Every Morn and every Night Some are born to Sweet Delight, Some are born to Endless Night.
As the caterpillar chooses the fairest leaves to lay her eggs on, so the priest lays his curse on the fairest joys.
He who would do good to another must do it in minute particulars.
Grace, by definition, is something that God is not required to grant. He owes a fallen world no mercy.
Meditation is an insight that all goals are false. Meditation is an understanding that desires don't lead anywhere. Seeing that... And this is not a belief that you can get from me or from Buddha or from Jesus. This is not knowledge; you will have to see it. You can see it right now!
The very aim and end of our institutions is just this: that we may think what we like and say what we think.
These wrinkles are nothing These gray hairs are nothing, This stomach which sags with old food, these bruised and swollen ankles, my darkening brain, they are nothing. I am the same boy my mother used to kiss.
Being tolerant does not mean that I share another one's belief. But it does mean that I acknowledge another one's right to believe, and obey, his own conscience.
We are so accustomed to disguise ourselves to others that in the end we become disguised to ourselves.
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