The stag tells him that he is the eldest of the sons - the father's favorite - and he warns the father that if he tries to shoot any of the stags, their antlers will tear him to pieces. ↗
I would warn you that I do not attribute to nature either beauty or deformity, order or confusion. Only in relation to our imagination can things be called beautiful or ugly, well-ordered or confused. ↗
Finally Cub said, "They don't call it global weirding."
"I know. But I think that's actually the idea."
Cub shook his head. "Weather is the Lord's business. ↗