“If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, Infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro’ narrow chinks of his cavern.”
William Blake
The eye beholds a mirage, shimmering and fair, A lake of hope in the desert's glare. Yet as we approach, it fades away, Illu…
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