The Doors of perception

If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would
appear to man as it is, infinite.

For man has closed himself up, til he sees all things thro' narrow thinks of his cavern.
William Blake

I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope,
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing: wait without love
for love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith
But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
T.S. Eliot