If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel's heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence.Nature, then, can certainly be heard, and can certainly be seen, but these encounters might occur with a thunderous aplomb, over there on that other side, beyond our usual hearing and listening. And, apparently this hearing and seeing comes to those who carefully create some kind of a keen vision and a certain feeling for ordinary life. Yes, an opening of perceptions, not to the exceptional, not to the typical causes for applause, but toward the ordinary and the overlooked. Within such a turn in listening and seeing (through all our doors of perception), nature roars and engulfs.
What to others a trifle appears
Fills me full of smiles or tears
For double the vision my eyes to see.
And double vision is always with me.
He who would do good to another must do it in Minute
General Good is the plea of the scoundrel, hypocrite,
One more thing from Blake, he invites us to see seeing as a creative activity – the imagination and the body moving together, experimenting, making things, producing new assemblages.
Vain, foolish Man! wilt thou believe without Experiment...
I must Create a System, or be enslav’d by another Man’s
I will not Reason and Compare; my business is to Create.