Tara Couture, writing about a place near her farm:
There’s something mysterious there, attractive to animals of every ilk, but unknowable, too. The feeling of the ridge transcends the logical ‘glacier dropped it off’ explanation. If someone told me it was a stone dropped from a dragon’s mouth many eons ago, I would be more likely to believe them.
When I was young, a Holiness preacher said, “A man with an experience is never at the mercy of a man with an argument.” I loved that line. Then I left the Holiness churches and hated it. Now, all these years later, I write in the margins next to that passage.
And it’s not the first time it’s come to mind this week. I was sent a video of a person explaining a Pentecostal church service in terms of mass delusion and mirror neurons and several other phrases she had dutifully learned from her textbook, bless her. It all made a great deal of sense and it was so pitifully boring.
Do you want a more enchanted world? Step one: lose your taste for tidy, respectable explanations.