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Shannon Rose's avatar

The first time I was struck with wonder was when curiosity about seeds made me open a large fresh (not yet dried) moonflower seed. Carefully cutting through the outer membrane, I peeled it back and found a tiny green moonflower seedling staring back at me. I could even delicately unfold the first 2 crinkly leaves, attached as they were to the cotyledon. I remember sucking in my breath, as if I had murdered this infant vine (well, I had), and I inwardly repented of my "sin." It was a wondrous discovery and made me weak in the knees at God's creation and how intricate and perfect it was. It became food for much meditation. I can imagine the medieval person and their intimate familiarity with the Psalms would also feel at times this same kind of wonder.

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laydy Thelma's avatar

This was marvelous!

I was going to suggest “marvel” as a synonym for wonder, then it appeared in the translation of the passage from Aristotle.

About science “winning”—I hope we can resist. So, of whimsy, and to promote their satirical genius, I commend the Babylon Bee, “Neil De Grasse Tyson refutes the myths of twelve popular song lyrics.” It is a sendup of his real-life tendency to veer out of his disciplinary lane to pronounce on matters like the existence of God. It’s good for a howl, and a reminder that reductive scientism and materialism would strip us of our deeply human need to muse on life in this world by breaking into poetry and song, however refined or common.

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