- William Blake...
Do you know how to use this weapon?
- No...Not really.
- That weapon will replace your tongue.
You will learn to speak through it,
and your poetry will now be written with blood.
- What is your name?
- My name is Nobody.
- Excuse me?
- My name is Exaybachay:
He Who Talks Loud, Saying Nothing.
- He Who Talks...
I thought you said your name was Nobody.
- I prefer to be called Nobody.
The ancient tradition that the world will be consumed in fire at the end of six thousand years is true, as I have heard from Hell...
...the whole creation will be consumed and appear infinite and holy whereas it now appears finite & corrupt.
This will come to pass by an improvement of sensual enjoyment.
But first the notion that man has a body distinct from his soul is to be expunged; this I shall do, by printing in the infernal method, by corrosives, which in Hell are salutary and medicinal, melting apparent surfaces away, and displaying the infinite which was hid.
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' narow chinks of his cavern.
(text: William Blake (1757-1827) - A Memorable Fancy, fragment "The Marriage of Heaven and Hell")