more strictly that your view of the world is naturalistic, free of what its inventors describe as "supernaturalism and mystical elements of all kinds".
I dunno...if you've ever watched a caterpillar metmorphose into a butterfly you'd have to admit there's, at least, some delicious mystery in that, if not a sense of the mystical...albeit naturalistic.
" I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey work of the stars,
And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren,
And the tree-toad is a chef-d'oeuvre for the highest,
And the running blackberry would adorn the parlors of heaven,
And the narrowest hinge in my hand puts to scorn all machinery,
And the cow crunching with depress'd head surpasses any statue,
And a mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions of infidels."
--Walt Whitman, Song of Myself
