Quoted a bit of Blake to my class this morning: The fool sees not the same tree the wise man sees. Even as I did so the perfect rhythm of the line struck me. But later in the day I got to thinking that in some ways I prefer the more prosaic line, from one of Blake's letters: The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way.
Remarkable that somehow the wisdom of the great man has survived the centuries. But predictably sad that those of limited vision won out in the end.
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