/lit/ - Literature

Could you guys take a look at my intro paragraph and critique it? It is for "A Child By Tiger" by Thomas Wolfe.

In childhood, we see the world. We see the world as it is to us within that time in space; so sweet and full of marvel. We have only started to lift the veil and gaze upon the wonders of the world. With the curtain of our eyes open, we first see our mother, and what a beautiful sight it must be. We are put in a playpen, and throughout our infantile state, we have not a care, have not a fear, and have not a reason to question god. “Little lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee?” And to us in this time in space, we would simply say, “Little lamb I’ll tell thee: he is called by thy name, for he calls himself a lamb.” Why of course, God made life, life is good, therefore God is good. And as we grow out of the crib and put on big boy pants and big boy shoes, even more of the world is presented to us. We progress further throughout our life, enjoying the fruits of life, onward and onward, until finally, we have responsibilities. With these responsibilities, we also suffer from the consequences of our actions, and with these consequences of our actions, we start to doubt. Then the blinders are taken off, you see the world uncensored, you see the world unadulterated, and you see the world as a “Tiger Tiger, burning bright, in the forest of the night.” And we would ask, “What immortal hand or eye, could frame thy fearful symmetry?” Dick Prosser was such a nice church going man, a man of god, a man made by god. But later as more of the tale is presented to us we learn that he was “…a projection of his own unfathomed quality, a friend, a brother, and a mortal enemy, an unknown demon, two worlds together – a tiger and a child.” A Child by Tiger is just that, a child by a tiger; a lament of the duality of man.