Thou art a man God is no more Thy own humanity Learn to adore
William BlakeRead
Every thing possible to be believ'd is an image of truth.
Interpretation
Beliefs shape our perception of reality based on the truths we accept.
William Blake's quote suggests that every belief we hold reflects what we perceive as truth. Our understanding of reality is heavily influenced by the images and constructs we create in our minds, which can either reveal or obscure the deeper nature of truth itself.
In practice
In a philosophy class discussing the nature of truth and belief.
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.
Black people have always been America's wilderness in search of a promised land.
I write a manifesto and I want nothing, yet I say certain things, and in principle I am against manifestoes, as I am also against principles.
To go beyond samsara and nirvana, we will need _x000D_ the two wings of emptiness and compassion. _x000D_ From now on, let us use these two wings _x000D_ to fly fearlessly into the sky of the life to come.
He who can be, and therefore is, another's, and he who participates in reason enough to apprehend, but not to have, is a slave by nature.
For a long time the human instinct to understand was thwarted by facile religious explanations.
We humans are obsessed with lights...Perhaps it is our way of hurling the constellations back at the sky.
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