Ozoth is the seventh son of Los and Enitharmon. His eight million and eight sons stand in the Optic Nerve, closing the eyes of the rich to the glories of nature, but giving delight to the poor indigent who is open within to eternity. (Definition from The Blake Dictionary.) The Sons of Ozoth within the Optic Nerve stand fiery glowing. And the number of his sons is eight millions & eight. They give delights to the man unknown, artifical riches They give to scorn, & their possessors to trouble & sorrow & care, Shutting the sun, & moon, & stars, & trees, & clouds, & waters, And hills out from the Optic Nerve & hardening it into a bone Opake, and like the black pebble on the enraged beach, While the poor indigent is like the diamond which, tho' cloth'd In rugged covering in the mine, is open all within, And in his hallow'd center holds the heavens of bright eternity. I must Create a System or be enslav'd by another Man's. I will not Reason & Compare: my business is to Create. If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite. Prisons are built with the stones of Law, Brothels with bricks of Religion. The poetry and paintings by William Blake presented on this website are in the public domain in the United States and in those countries with a copyright term of life of the author plus 100 years. In addition, because no financial gain is being obtained from their use, the photographs and scans used to present the paintings are also in the public domain in the United States (see Bridgeman Art Library v. Corel Corp.).