Eternity In An Hour

I'm in the Dickinson hour of lead now; I feel that dull, inert and cold. However, its the William Blake poem that came to mind...especially the first few lines

To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.

When I stop and think about the vast divide between when I feel best and when I do not it amazes me that I traverse this huge distance within the space of twenty four hours...sometimes less. It is important to note that I don't stop and think often because I need to maintain forward motion, mental and physical, to get through the day and stopping long enough to think is a risky endeavor.

It is in this time that I fear my mind will snap like a wire bent full one way then the other, over and over until it breaks at the bend point. I'm afraid the constant back and forth along the mood continuum will create such a point in my mind.

Today I read the William Blake through to the end for the first time. How timely that the end reads like this:

Every Night and every Morn
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.