In the Auguries of Innocence, everything, big or small, grand or petty, infinite or finite, divine or human, is all inter-connected, forming a gigantic web of meaning, though which we travel in continuous epiphany.
“Every Morn and every Night, Some are born to sweet delight, Some are born to sweet delight, Some are born to endless night.” And from there we proceed, all wearing the human form divine.
