#natur

We are acknowledging the close personal nature of our 10 years at war and the strong bonds of fidelity that Marines have for one another, especially for those fellow Marines who we have lost. ↗

— James F. Amos

#another #bonds #close #especially #fellow

But the recurrent ambiguity of the American tale of the supernatural reveals both a fascination with the possibility of numinous experience and a perplexity about whether there was, in fact, anything numinous to be experienced. Writers often delighted in leading readers into, but not out of, the haunted dusk of the borderland. ↗

— Howard Kerr

#fantasy #horror #numinous #supernatural #experience

What are the chances that we will one day discover that DNA has absolutely nothing to do with inheritance? They are effectively zero. ↗

— Sam Harris

#evolution #inheritance #natural-selection #science #faith

He did not himself believe in the supernatural, but the thing happened, and he proposed to tell it as simply as possible. It was stupid of him to say that it shook his faith in mundane affairs, for it was just as mundane as anything else. Indeed the really frightening part about it was the horribly tangible atmosphere in which it took place. None of the outlines wavered in the least. The creature would have been less remarkable if it had been less natural. It seemed to overcome the usual laws without being immune to them. ("The Troll") ↗

— T.H. White

#mundane #supernatural #troll #faith

If silence were your best friend, it means that you have found yourself a faithful & enriching companion for life! ↗

— Anandputra Ananta

#faith

No speech can stain what is noble by nature. ↗

— Sophocles

#noble #speech #stain

There is no sinfulness in the will and affections without some error in the understanding. All lusts which a natural man lives in, are lusts of ignorance. ↗

— George Gillespie

#error #ignorance #lives #man #man lives

Fred prepared a board game he had created for the entire family to play. And they did. ↗

— J.M.K. Walkow

#family

The monstropolous beast had left his bed. The two hundred miles a hour wind had loosed his chains. He seized hold of his dikes and ran forward until he met the quarters; uprooted them like grass and rushed on after his supposed-to-be conquerors, rolling the dikes, rolling the houses, rolling the people in the houses along with other timbers. The sea was walking the earth with a heavy heel. ↗

— Zora Neale Hurston

#nature

Birdsong foamed in the hour-before-dawn garden. ↗

— David Mitchell

#nature #nature