When the doors of perception are cleansed, men will see things as they truly are, infinite.
Mere enthusiasm is the all in all.
My mother groaned, my father wept, into the dangerous world I leapt.
Joys impregnate. Sorrows bring forth.
Every thing possible to be believ'd is an image of truth.
God and His Priest and King,...make up a heaven of our misery.