“The imagination is not a state: it is the human existence itself.”
“I must create a system, or be enslaved by another man’s. I will not reason and compare: my business is to create.”
“Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?”
William Blake died on this day in 1827 and left us some of the most beautiful art and poetry of the Earth and the Imagination.