Thou art a man God is no more Thy own humanity Learn to adore
William BlakeRead
thus men forgot that all deities reside in the human breast.
Interpretation
This quote suggests that divine qualities and emotions are found within humanity rather than in external deities.
William Blake's quote reflects the idea that the essence of divinity and spiritual truth lies within human beings themselves. It emphasizes self-discovery and the inward journey, suggesting that people often overlook their innate spiritual potential by searching for meaning outside of themselves. In essence, it calls for a recognition of the sacredness of human life and experience.
In practice
During a motivational speech about self-awareness, one might use this quote to encourage introspection.
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.
I shall soon be six-and-twenty. Is there anything in the future that can possibly console us for not being always twenty-five?
... in practice the standard for what constitutes rape is set not at the level of women's experience of violation but just above the level of coercion acceptable to men.
To be human and to be adult means constantly to be in the grip of opposing emotions, to have daily to reconcile apparently conflicting tensions. I want this, but need that. I cherish this, but I adore its opposite too.
That the speech of self-disclosure should be translatable seems to me very odd, but I am convinced that it is. The conclusion that I draw is that the only quality which all human being without exception possess is uniqueness: any characteristic, on the other hand, which one individual can be recognized as having in common with another, like red hair or the English language, implies the existence of other individual qualities which this classification excludes.
Every record has been destroyed or falsified, every book has been rewritten, every picture has been repainted, every statue and street building has been renamed, every date has been altered. And that process is continuing day be day and minute by minute. History has stopped. Nothing exists except the endless present in which the party is always right.
There is something truer and more real, than what we can see with the eyes, and touch with the finger.
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