When the doors of perception are cleansed, man will see things as they truly are, infinite. — William Blake. English poet and artist (1757–1827)
I was angry with my friend I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.
If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thru' narrow chinks of his cavern.