On page 286 of William Blake's Circle of Destiny we read:
"When will this mortal world put on immortality? Only when the selfhood puts on imagination.
Meanwhile, the world being what it is, Blake adopted a way of life which many seekers of the good life in a bad world have adopted - the life of art. In this field of activity there is less selfish interference with another, more indulgence of the creative impulse and of the individuality than in any other. And in this way of life what Blake called 'mortal contingencies' can be disregarded, as Mrs Blake well knew. In the Laocoon inscriptions art is put forward as the one and only good way of life; all other ways and all hindrances to that way are disparaged. But the term 'art' is used in its esoteric sense, for Blake declares that Christ and his disciples were all artists. The logical justification of this assertion, if there is one, is that they directed their energies to imaginative ends. But it will not do to overemphasize a group of aphorisms inscribed upon a single plate. Blake is not an esthete. Los, the hero of the prophetic books, who is the real Blake, is not an artist except in the esoteric Blakean sense. He is the very center of the fray, hammering upon his anvil with the energy of Thor himself, breaking down the sterile forms which represent every phase of human activity, breaking them down in the hope of bringing the separated principles together in a fruitful union. He is Blake's dramatization of the good life, lived from within, lived energetically, devoted in all its variety to imaginative ends."
Milton, Plate 25 , (E 121)
"Loud shout the Sons of Luvah, at the Wine-presses as Los descended With Rintrah & Palamabron in his fires of resistless fury. The Wine-press on the Rhine groans loud, but all its central beams Act more terrific in the central Cities of the Nations Where Human Thought is crushd beneath the iron hand of Power. There Los puts all into the Press, the Opressor & the Opressed Together, ripe for the Harvest & Vintage & ready for the Loom. They sang at the Vintage. This is the Last Vintage! & Seed Shall no more be sown upon Earth, till all the Vintage is over And all gatherd in, till the Plow has passd over the Nations And the Harrow & heavy thundering Roller upon the mountains And loud the Souls howl round the Porches of Golgonooza Crying O God deliver us to the Heavens or to the Earths, That we may preach righteousness & punish the sinner with death But Los refused, till all the Vintage of Earth was gatherd in. And Los stood & cried to the Labourers of the Vintage in voice of awe. Fellow Labourers! The Great Vintage & Harvest is now upon Earth The whole extent of the Globe is explored: Every scatterd Atom Of Human Intellect now is flocking to the sound of the Trumpet All the Wisdom which was hidden in caves & dens, from ancient Time; is now sought out from Animal & Vegetable & Mineral The Awakener is come. outstretchd over Europe! the Vision of God is fulfilled The Ancient Man upon the Rock of Albion Awakes,"
Illustrations to Young's Night Thoughts
Milton, Plate 29 , (E 127) "For in this Period the Poets Work is Done: and all
the Great Events of Time start forth & are concievd in such a
Period Within a Moment: a Pulsation of the Artery."
Percival views Blake's message optimistically:
"It is Blake's faith as a mystic that Los must eventually triumph. It is not man's destiny to remain forever as he is. Out of endless folly, wisdom must at last be born. Out of the long succession of generative froms, regeneration must a last emerge." Page 289