Some to misery are born.
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.
Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.
William Blake.
I have always wondered, if Zeus were in charge, how he would chose for us - sweet delight or endless night?
As a painter, I came up with my own idea of how that happened - and not one, but two paintings!
On the coffee table of the gods, you choose your piece of turkish delight, not knowing what you do...........
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