No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings.

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All wholesome food is caught without a net or a trap.
Bring out number, weight & measure in a year of dearth.
No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings.
A dead body revenges not injuries.
The most sublime act is to set another before you.
If the fool would persist in his folly he would become wise.
Folly is the cloke of knavery.
Shame is Pride’s cloke.
Prisons are built with stones of Law, Brothels with bricks of Religion.
The pride of the peacock is the glory of God.
The lust of the goat is the bounty of God.
The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God.
The nakedness of woman is the work of God.
Excess of sorrow laughs. Excess of joy weeps.

by William Blake (28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827)
from Proverbs of Hell
image – Jimee, Jackie, Tom & Asha

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No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings? Maybe. Maybe not. I reserve the right to choose wings, height, company – all of the above, or at least to think it over, slip-ups and all. Maybe I’m overly cautious, but I hear warning bells when there is an inference that teamwork is to be avoided. The presence of a community means there is a potential for self-policing. I can look for insight from the experience of others… or their lack of experience.

I mistrust any advice that steers me away from independent thought or downplays the justness of others doing the same. There is no contradiction between teamwork and independence. I do get cautious where teamwork comes with a lot of conditions: talk to me, but don’t tell her; trust me – don’t listen to others.

I’m going to excerpt four more portions of “Proverbs of Hell.” You may notice a trend, as I work my way through to the end.

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