What is a man's interest? What constitutes his God, the ultimate of his wishes, his end of existence? Either that which on every occasion he communicates with the most unrestrained cordiality, or hides from every profane eye and ear with mysterious awe; to which he makes every other thing a mere appendix;-the vortex, the centre, the comparative point from which he sets out, on which he fixes, to which he irresistably returns;- that, at the loss of which you may safely think him inconsolable:-that which he rescues from the gripe of danger with equal anxiety and boldness.
William Blake
1757 - 1827