From a poetry collection by Mary Oliver, where after a hundred poems showcasing gentle observations on nature and animals, she hits you with this

So you’re telling me there’s going to be a blood moon eclipse on the ides of March/st Patrick’s day?

I mean, it’s like the collective consciousness of the universe is trying to set the scene for something

Hmm what could it be

Maybe the best description of Puritans I’ve ever come across.

From Benjamin Hoff’s The Tao of Pooh