Sundays with William Blake: The Clod and the Pebble

Lovely Blake poem which I feel is true at many levels - hence the fractal below.

Fractals are self-similar objects, which means that as you zoom in and out the pattern, while not identical, remains extremely similar.  Their eerie beauty has given them the nickname "the thumbprint of God."

I had a huge analysis for this poem but it's so beautiful I think I'll just present it and let the reader appreciate it.  I want the reader to come to his own conclusions:

The Clod and the Pebble
By William Blake


"Love seeketh not itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care,
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a heaven in hell's despair."


So sung a little Clod of Clay,
Trodden with the cattle's feet,
But a Pebble of the brook
Warbled out these metres meet:


"Love seeketh only Self to please,
To bind another to its delight,
Joys in another's loss of ease,
And builds a hell in heaven's despite."