And He knew that it was mine.
Of late I have been finding most of my wisdom in poetry. William Blake, despite being Muggle, was a talented man. Most expressive; this piece, especially, seems relevant.
Pity would be no more, If we did not make somebody Poor; And Mercy no more could be, If all were as happy as we;
And mutual fear brings peace, Till the selfish loves increase; Then Cruelty knits a snare, And spreads his baits with care.
He sits down with holy fears, And waters the ground with tears; Then Humility takes its root Underneath his foot.
Soon spreads the dismal shade Of Mystery over his head; And the Caterpillar and Fly Feed on the Mystery.
And it bears the fruit of Deceit, Ruddy and sweet to eat; And the Raven his nest has made In its thickest shade.
The Gods of the earth and sea, Sought through Nature to find this Tree, But their search was all in vain; There grows one in the Human Brain.
This is something I have to think about.
Pity would be no more, If we did not make somebody Poor; And Mercy no more could be, If all were as happy as we;
And mutual fear brings peace, Till the selfish loves increase; Then Cruelty knits a snare, And spreads his baits with care.
He sits down with holy fears, And waters the ground with tears; Then Humility takes its root Underneath his foot.
Soon spreads the dismal shade Of Mystery over his head; And the Caterpillar and Fly Feed on the Mystery.
And it bears the fruit of Deceit, Ruddy and sweet to eat; And the Raven his nest has made In its thickest shade.
The Gods of the earth and sea, Sought through Nature to find this Tree, But their search was all in vain; There grows one in the Human Brain.
This is something I have to think about.