FOREST

If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite.                             If a thing loves, it is infinite.                                                               To see the world in a grain of sand, and to see heaven in a wild flower, hold infinity in the palm of your hands, and eternity in an hour.       A truth that's told with bad intent beats all the lies you can invent.              As a man is, so he sees. As the eye is formed, such are its powers.                                  Can I see another's woe, and not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, and not seek for kind relief? (William Blake) ----∞---- To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour.   -  W. Blake       ----∞----        Tyger Tyger (William Blake)       Tyger Tyger, burning bright, In the forests of the night; What immortal hand or eye,  Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies. Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand,  dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, & what art, Could twist the sinews  of thy heart? And when thy heart  began to beat, What dread hand? & what dread feet?  What the hammer?  What the chain,  In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil?  what dread grasp,  Dare its deadly terrors clasp! When the stars threw down their spears  And water'd heaven with their tears:  Did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the Lamb make thee? Tyger Tyger burning bright,  In the forests of the night:  What immortal hand or eye, Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?