Thou art a man God is no more Thy own humanity Learn to adore
William BlakeRead
To the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.
Interpretation
Imagination allows us to see nature as a reflection of our own creativity.
This quote by William Blake suggests that for those who possess a vivid imagination, the world around them is not merely a physical landscape but rather a canvas of creativity and inspiration. It highlights the interconnectedness of the human mind and nature, implying that our perceptions can shape and redefine the reality we experience.
In practice
During a nature walk, I shared this quote to inspire friends to appreciate the beauty around us.
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.
We need to think of the future and the planet we are going to leave to our children and their children.
I am absolutely enraptured by the atmosphere of a wreck. A dead ship is the house of a tremendous amount of life-fish and plants. The mixture of life and death is mysterious, even religious. There is the same sense of peace and mood that you feel on entering a cathedral.
Nothing is more beautiful than the loveliness of the woods before sunrise.
Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
For nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own; and from morning to night, as from the cradle to the grave, it is but a succession of changes so gentle and easy that we can scarcely mark their progress.
Grass is the forgiveness of nature - her constant benediction. Forests decay, harvests perish, flowers vanish, but grass is immortal...Its tenacious fibers hold the earth in place and prevent its soluble components from washing to the wasting sea.
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