That the poetic genius is the true man, and that the body or outward form of man is derived from the poetic genius. Likewise that the form of all things are derived from their genius, which by the ancients was called an angel and spirit and demon.
It is worrying when reading Blake just how close he comes to saying that I am god because he is not subtle in his estimation - it is lucky indeed I am not prone to delusions of grandeur.
As to creation he has these words for me:
I must create a system, or be enslaved by another man's. I will not reason compare. My business is to create.
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