The Clod and the Pebble

I've been arrogant and last week was the pinnacle - I've been more and more caught up and lost in my own mind. I apologize for those instances.

A few weeks ago I even pointed out that I outdid myself, I should have realized it then, that I was losing my balance.

I know that life happens, I'm not trying to figure it all out.

I'm going to try to live more in the moment, and only one day at a time.



The Clod and the Pebble


"Love seeketh not itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care,
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a Heaven in Hell's despair."

So sung a little Clod of Clay
Trodden with the cattle's feet,
But a Pebble of the brook
Warbled out these metres meet:

"Love seeketh only self to please,
To bind another to its delight,
Joys in another's loss of ease,
And builds a Hell in Heaven's despite."



By William Blake 1757–1827































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