Rallying after a day spent under the weather, I turned to William Blake. Friends at dinner last week had reminded me of his visions, which began when he was a child.
Reading about his life and work, and rewriting our piece on him, I marvelled at Blake's doggedness, his psychological insights, his spiritual inspiration and his artistic and technical inventiveness. Here was a man who loved animals, whose heart hurt him when a robin red-breast was caged; an artist whose large 'hypnotic' eyes and blazing art warned strangers that he saw differently, but who was often forced to earn a living copying and engraving other men's art; a visionary who persisted despite poverty and devastating attacks from critics and even, painfully, from his friends - "perhaps Doubts proceeding from Kindness, but Doubts are always pernicious, Especially when we Doubt our Friend".
William Blake, Seeing Visions, is a better file than it was. (You may want to hit refresh.) I took comfort from him.