William Blake wrote about the need to keep the intellect and imagination in accord.
On heavenly ground they stood, and from the shore
They viewed the vast immeasurable abyss ...
‘“Silence, ye troubled waves, and thou deep, peace,”
Said then the omnific Word ...
He took the golden compasses, prepared In God’s eternal store, to circumscribe
This universe, and all created things ...
They viewed the vast immeasurable abyss ...
‘“Silence, ye troubled waves, and thou deep, peace,”
Said then the omnific Word ...
He took the golden compasses, prepared In God’s eternal store, to circumscribe
This universe, and all created things ...
--John Milton Paradise Lost
Did I request thee, maker, from my clay
To mould me man? Did I solicit thee
From darkness to promote me, or here place
In this delicious garden? ...
To mould me man? Did I solicit thee
From darkness to promote me, or here place
In this delicious garden? ...
--John Milton Paradise Lost
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