I’ve quoted William Blake before:
To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
In another portion of the same poem, Blake describes the natural world as an everlasting counterpoint to man’s baser instincts and acts.
He writes of endless cycles, of sunrise and ocean waves and animals giving birth. I see Blake’s Möbius ribbon of a poem as combating some aggressively positive enduring notions in popular culture–like that of absolution through the “easy fix”: a misbegotten miserly life is redeemed by dispensing a chunk of wealth very late in the game, a ringing bell signifies an angel getting his wings after one character’s felonious behavior has been tidied up with a little help from limbo.
I admit the possibility that my line of work makes me read such words in a particular way, but I am not a fan of the facile fix, the deus ex machina after someone has made a choice hurtful to another living being. Such intentional (or even unthinking) wrongs can lead to infinite repercussions in the order of things. Continue reading “Infinity in Your Hand”
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