Night
The moon like a flower,
In heaven's high bower,
With silent delight
Sits and smiles on the night.
- William Blake, Night.
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3 comments:
I felt like God was with me, last night, watching the eclipse. Kinda silly I know, but it felt good. I wonder if he really was.
Why call that god? Doing that seems as unfriendly to the feeling as analysing it would be.
I don't see that analysis is unfriendly to the feeling. Analysis was intrinsic to the feeling anyway. It was an interpretative response to bare observation of data, and the feeling flowed from that. Shapes and colours in the sky don't produce feelings; thinking about them, and what they might mean, does - even if the interpreting happens so quickly as to seem like it's bare observation. The feeling (i.e. of wonder and beauty) was not God, though it was simultaneous with my impression of God. Also I'm not saying God personally 'caused' the feeling, but rather the thought of him inspired it. Same as how one is affected emotionally by other people.
(excuse tangent. nice poem anyhow)
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