I count William Blake as one of my heroes. He dared to live his life as he saw fit. He spoke his mind. He didn’t exploit people. He held to his convictions, and treated people squarely. He held to his religious convictions—ones both the Church and the State very vehemently disagreed with—and he loved and cherished his wife. His genius went almost totally unrecognized for nearly half a century after his death.
I can’t recommend strongly enough Bentley’s biography of him. Blake sent a letter to one of his critics who, with many, thought of him as a lunatic and insane. The critic, a religious leader of some note, had viewed some of Blake’s work, which was almost always religiously inspired, and said something unkind about it, and him.
I really am sorry that you are fallen out with the spiritual world, especially if I should have to answer for it. You ought to know that what is Grand is necessarily obscure to weak men. That which can be made explicit to the idiot is not worth my care…. The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way…. To me this world is all one continued vision of Fancy or Imagination….
You ought to know that what is Grand is necessarily obscure to weak men.
Writing Start: 11:32
New Words (Including Blog): 400 + 600 = 1000
Edited: 3700 + 1600 5300
1. Melody Book III: Off
2. Dreamcatcher: Edited what I’ve written in chapter five so far
3. Cheapery St. Book III: 600 new words
Notes: I’m not sure where the chapter wants to go, but I’m having fun finding out!
4. Angel Book III: Off
5. Stories from the Quiet: Off
6. Laurie: 300 new words
Notes: I finally get a chance to add some more words to this chapter!
7. LOTR: First secondary edit of chapter six
8. Ant Story: Off till 7/7
(Every Day) Blog: 400
Montaigne: One paragraph
Other notions to consider, and which I may or may not elaborate further on tomorrow: I started No Man’s Sky yesterday. I didn’t enjoy it; I’ll probably switch its difficulty settings to something easier and start again. It’s a popular game, so I want to give it a few more tries before giving up on it.
: My baby elm trees (the Elmsworth Brothers, as I’ve taken to calling them) are doing well. They’ve sprouted baby leaves.
: For humanity to survive to the next century, cruelty, indifference, and apathy towards equality and the natural world are going to have to go bye-bye. That means everyone. That means you.