Not only are you a self-made artist and poet, but you've suddenly become a very trendy guy to like. It's not that we doubt that you have all your marbles, it's just that we're not quite sure what you did with them to come up with those terrifying theological visions. The people of your time were nowhere near as forgiving as that, and all your neighbors thought you were a grade-A nut job. But we love you, so rest happy.
Note: I'd sworn off these online which-are-you quizzes, but Ms. Candide and Jonah caught me in a moment of weakness. I am a long time Blake fan, and the last time I was in D.C. I had the opportunity to examine (and hold in my own hands!) some of Blake's original illluminated books and prints in the rare book room at the Library of Congress. The curator of the Blake materials at the L of C was very kind to this grizzled and obscure poet.