From The English Love Affair with Nature. 2.3: Religion

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Early one morning I took the kitchen compost down to the heap at the bottom of the garden. The paving stones under the cherry tree were crisscrossed with glistening lines of squarish spots, the slime tracks of the garden snail, shining white in the low slanting sunlight. William Derham would have argued that God made the snail’s foot and portable protective shell perfectly suited for its slow crawling way of life. I liked the pattern the tracks made, the light, and the surprise of their beauty.

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