Seeing is Believing

“… William Blake turned to a friend, who had never ventured out beyond the confines of his social and culturally circumscribed world and asked, while looking at the sun, ‘What do you see?’  The friend answered easily, ‘A yellow orb, of a certain size and presumably a certain distance from the earth, warming us.’

From his perch at the edge of the world, riding the back of an invisible dragon rising up from the abyss where I and Thou encounter one another, Blake responded with incandescent wonder,

‘I see the angelic hosts of heaven in chariots of fire singing, Holy, Holy, Holy art Thou O Lord God Sabbaoth.'”

(Stephen Muse, BEING BREAD, p 183)