Rain in the trees

‘I always have the feeling that nature—the air, leaves,
rain—sees and understands everything, and wants to
help—wants to help very much indeed, but cannot.’
—Andrei Sinyavsky, A Voice from the Chorus

‘I can’t help feeling that the trees want to tell us
something tonight,’ said Bessie suddenly. ‘I always
feel that they are whispering secrets to one another—
but tonight I feel that they want to tell them to us!’
—Enid Blyton, The Enchanted Wood

‘Nature has a language of which human language is
but a faint and distorting echo.’—Walter Benjamin

‘All our so-called consciousness is a more or less
fantastic commentary on an unknown text, one
which is perhaps unknowable but yet felt.’—Nietzsche

‘It is even possible that there exists between things
and ourselves a sort of sympathy or subliminal
communion which makes us experience the trials
and emotions of matter that has reached the limits
of its existence.’—Maeterlinck

The language of nature is God. The unknown text is
God. The subliminal communion is God.

Enid Blyton is God.