Go. See the world in a grain of sand,

and slip briskly into an intimacy there from which you will never recover.

Unclasp the book even of thy secret soul, and fear not the gutter but look at the stars.

Go. Find pleasure in the pathless woods and rapture in the lonely shore; 

find out what that something is that doesn't love a wall. Wander, and yet not be lost.

Go. Go now, because time waits for nobody. Seek beyond yourself.

Find who you are. Why you are, By Whom you were made, 

Know such things in the same way you know the sun is risen. 

Not because you see it, but because by it you see everything else.

 

BLAKE | FITZGERALD | SHAKESPEARE | WILDE | BYRON | FROST | TOLKEIN | LEWIS 

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