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“The Prophets Isaiah and Ezekiel dined with me, and I asked them how they dared so roundly to assert, that God spoke to them; and whether they did not think at the time, that they would be misunderstood, & so be the cause of imposition. Isaiah answer'd, I saw no God, nor heard any, in a finite organical perception; but my senses discover'd the infinite in every thing, and as I was then persuaded, & remain confirm'd; that the voice of honest indignation is the voice of God, I cared not for consequences but wrote.”

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William Blake
William Blake

William Blake (November 28, 1757 - August 12, 1827) was an English Romantic poet, painter, and printmaker. Known for his unique visual art and profound philosophical thoughts, he is considered one of the most innovative poets in the history of English literature. more

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