And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England's mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God On England's pleasant pastures seen?

The imagination is not a state: it is the human existence itself.

The eye altering, alters all.

This life's dim windows of the soul Distorts the heavens from pole to pole And leads you to believe a lie When you see with, not through, the eye.

A truth that's told with bad intent beats all the lies you can invent.

Expect poison from the standing water.

I'm sure this Jesus will not do Either for Englishman or Jew.