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The voice of honest indignation is the voice of God.

Thus began priesthood, choosing forms of worship from poetic tables. And at length, they pronounced that the gods had ordered such things. Thus men forgot that all deities reside in the human breast.

And particularly, they studied the genius of each city and country, placing it under its mental deity, until a system was formed which some took advantage of and enslaved the vulgar by attempting to realize or abstract the mental deities from their objects.

The ancient poets animated all sensible objects with gods or geniuses, calling them by the names, and adorning them with the properties of woods, rivers, mountains, lakes, cities, nations, and whatever their enlarged and numerous senses could perceive.

Sooner murder an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires.

As the caterpillar chooses the fairest leaf to lay his eggs on, so the priest lays bis curse on the fairest joys.

You never know what is enough until you know what is more than enough.

Excess of sadness laughs.
Excess of joy weeps.

The pride of the peacock is the Glory of God.
The lust of the goat is the Bounty of God.
The wrath of the Lion is the Wisdom of God.
The nakedness of woman is the work of God.

Prisons are built with stones of law, brothels with bricks of religion.

Well, Blake certainly has interesting ideas. Hard to read the blasphemy, but I think he's trying to say that good and evil are not so different after all. Like how is hell really different from heaven? We've heard that every creation story needs its devil. I just think that the Lord is too glorious for us to comprehend. I believe it is foolish to try to understand His nature beyond that He is the great I AM.