The pride of the peacock is the glory of God.
When the doors of perception are cleansed, men will see things as they truly are, infinite.
Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door.
Lives in eternity's sun rise.
'Come hither, my boy, tell me what thou seest there?' 'A fool tangled in a religious snare.'
He who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence.