'The tree which moves some to tears of joy
is in the eyes of others
only a green thing that stands in the way.
Some see nature all ridicule and deformity...and some scarce see nature at all.
Some see a pastoral scene of utopia.
Others see a golden opportunity for fracking and mining.
Some see a vast taxonomy of species of plants and animals.
Others see a dazzling matrix of zeros and ones.
Some see something to be stripped and remade.
Others see only pristine and perennial glory.
Some see a transient vale of tears and others a lustful arena of drives and passions.
But to the eyes of the man* of imagination, nature is imagination itself.'
William Blake and me - megamix
*insert your preferred word (sticking to the original for the sake of simplicity)
from around 2011
is in the eyes of others
only a green thing that stands in the way.
Some see nature all ridicule and deformity...and some scarce see nature at all.
Some see a pastoral scene of utopia.
Others see a golden opportunity for fracking and mining.
Some see a vast taxonomy of species of plants and animals.
Others see a dazzling matrix of zeros and ones.
Some see something to be stripped and remade.
Others see only pristine and perennial glory.
Some see a transient vale of tears and others a lustful arena of drives and passions.
But to the eyes of the man* of imagination, nature is imagination itself.'
William Blake and me - megamix
*insert your preferred word (sticking to the original for the sake of simplicity)
from around 2011
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