ABSTRACT
In attempting to develop a metaphysical interpretation of the natural world as sacred, I begin, as Aristotle says metaphysicians must, in wonder. Not wonder in the abstract, wondering why there is anything at all or whether God exists. Not wondering in general whether all moral imperatives are categorical or if beliefs that are not empirically verifiable can be meaningful. But rather, concrete wonder, wondering about the world as I find it, the buzzing blooming, coming going, hurting helping menagerie of things and events that I cannot avoid experiencing and therefore remembering and imagining. Here I must begin, from here my generalizations can grow and my abstractions spring.
