A Small Book of Designs from Book of Urizen Copy A, plate 1
Urizen can only allay his feelings of insecurity if he can enforce uniform behavior, conformity to his rules, and homogeneity in society. Unfortunately he is not above using techniques of cruelty, deception and domination to maintain his legal code. The irony of creating codes of morality is the absence of acceptable ways of enforcing them.
The internal Urizen goes by the name of the superego. Blake shows that unless we constantly reexamine our own superegos in the light of the highest vision of truth which we can access, we will find ourselves dominated by rigid restrictive rules, and seeking to control the behaviors of others in irrational and oppressive ways.
Book of Urizen, Plate 4, (E 72) "6. Here alone I in books formd of metals Have written the secrets of wisdom The secrets of dark contemplation By fightings and conflicts dire, With terrible monsters Sin-bred: Which the bosoms of all inhabit; Seven deadly Sins of the soul. 7. Lo! I unfold my darkness: and on This rock, place with strong hand the Book Of eternal brass, written in my solitude. 8. Laws of peace, of love, of unity: Of pity, compassion, forgiveness. Let each chuse one habitation: His ancient infinite mansion: One command, one joy, one desire, One curse, one weight, one measure One King, one God, one Law." Four Zoas, Night VII, PAGE 80, (E 355) "And Urizen Read in his book of brass in sounding tones Listen O Daughters to my voice Listen to the Words of Wisdom So shall [ye] govern over all let Moral Duty tune your tongue But be your hearts harder than the nether millstone To bring the shadow of Enitharmon beneath our wondrous tree That Los may Evaporate like smoke & be no more Draw down Enitharmon to the Spectre of Urthona And let him have dominion over Los the terrible shade Compell the poor to live upon a Crust of bread by soft mild arts Smile when they frown frown when they smile & when a man looks pale With labour & abstinence say he looks healthy & happy And when his children Sicken let them die there are enough Born even too many & our Earth will be overrun Without these arts If you would make the poor live with temper With pomp give every crust of bread you give with gracious cunning Magnify small gifts reduce the man to want a gift & then give with pomp Say he smiles if you hear him sigh If pale say he is ruddy Preach temperance say he is overgorgd & drowns his wit In strong drink tho you know that bread & water are all He can afford Flatter his wife pity his children till we can Reduce all to our will as spaniels are taught with art"