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the music of the divine spheres, God’s most precious beautiful song 3⁄4 His Holy Word, creator of all there is, ever singing itself, reciting itself in our cosmic souls in quintessential harmony with His Mind’s starry poles 3⁄4 innocence and experience blossoms, ever flowering: floressing.
And just as the Piper, carried forth, never denies the Holy Word, the innocent child, too, abides by the Living Word. If unto a Bard the Piper towers, into an angel, the innocent child flowers. If the Songs of Experience mar his innocence, Divine mercy bestows her golden wings. In mercy’s wings, he guards us through Blake’s storm and stress cosmology. Every opposite, life affirming, exuberant, energy-filled, is an eternal delight. If humankind succumbs to temptation, the Lamb’s innocence redeems The Fall: its sin, its guilt. Nietzsche’s fury and tilt, “God is dead,”41 Blake does not foresee.
Nor does he foretell our ennui 3⁄4 this chasm and bitter toil, the spatial abyss between labyrinth and clarity, falsity and verity, absinthe and hyacinth. In our ennui, we long for Poesy’s immanence: her authenticity, her Holy Word to manifest itself to satiate our spirits, to emancipate our
41 Nietzsche. Thus Spake Zarathustra. Trans. Thomas Common. Hertfordshire: Wordsworth Classics of World Literature, 1977. 5
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