...to find meaning.

I read Blake's poem, "The Tiger," yesterday for the first time in a long, long while. And it was so meaningful. It moved me. Made me feel good. Delightful. And I remembered, too, being required in my high school English class to memorize the poem. Which I did. Dutifully. By rote. I recited words without meaning. I wasn't yet ready to understand the truly profound beauty of Blake's lovely and divine words. Thank gawd, I've lived long enough to find meaning. --Jim Broede