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 thro' narrow chinks of his cavern.
(William Blake, The Marriage
of Heaven and Hell, plate 14)
zu
Aldous Huxley: The Doors of Perception
To
see a World in a Grain of Sand
And
a Heaven in a Wild Flower
Hold
Infinity in the palm of your hand
And
Eternity in an hour
William
Blake: Auguries of Innocence (in: The Pickering Manuscript)