I Must Create A System, Or Be

One Power Alone Makes A Poet: Imagination. The Divine Vision.

Then The Parson Might Preach, & Drink, & Sing, And We'd Be As Happy As Birds In The Spring; And Modest Dame Lurch, Who Is Always At Church, Would Not Have Bandy Children, Nor Fasting, Nor Birch.

The Fox Condemns The Trap, Not Himself.

I Must Create A System Or Be Enslaved By Another Mans; I Will Not Reason And Compare: My Business Is To Create.

Jesus & His Apostles & Disciples Were All Artists