A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees. He whose face gives no light shall never become a star. No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings. What is now proved was once only imagined. As the air to a bird or the sea to a fish, so is contempt to the contemptible. Exuberance is Beauty. Everything possible to be believed is an image of truth. There are two tendencies of Blake's mind, both mystical--that is, rooted in unity--the understanding of which helps, on the one hand, to clear much in his writing that seems strange and difficult; and, on the other, reveals a deep meaning in remarks apparently simple to the point of silliness. These are his view of the solidarity of mental and spiritual as compared with physical things, and his habit of concentrating a universal truth into some one small fact. For Blake, mental and spiritual things are the only real things. Thought is more real than action, and spiritual attitude is more real than thought. It is the most real thing about us, and it is the only thing that is of any importance. The difference between Blake's attitude and that of the ordinary practical man of the world is summed up in his characteristic pencil comment in his copy of Bacon's _Essays_ on the remark, "Good thoughts are little better than good dreams," in the Essay on Virtue. Blake writes beside this, "Thought _is_ act." This view is well exemplified in the Job illustrations, where Blake makes quite clear his view of the worthlessness, spiritually, of Job's gift to the beggar of part of his last meal, because of the consciously meritorious attitude of Job's mind.[81] If this attitude be remembered it explains a good many of the most startling and revolutionary views of Blake. For instance, in the poems called "Holy Thursday" in the _Songs of Innocence and Experience_, he paints first of all with infinite grace and tenderness the picture of the orphan charity children going to church, as it would appear to the ordinary onlooker. The hum of multitudes was there but multitudes of lambs, Thousands of little boys & girls raising their innocent hands. * * * * * Beneath them sit the aged men, wise guardians of the poor; Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door. But in short, scathing words and significant change of metre he reverses the picture to show his view of it, when, in the companion song of "Experience," he asks-- Is this a holy thing to see In a rich and fruitful land, Babes reduc'd to misery, Fed with cold and usurous hand? It is owing to a false idea that we can bear to see this so-called "charity" at all, for we-- reduce the man to want a gift, and then give with pomp. The real evil is that we can suffer the need of the crust of bread to exist. This is a view which is gradually beginning to be realised to-day.