A Thin Fog
I went out to go to dinner this evening and I noticed that the whole campus is covered with a thin layer of fog. This isn't the sort of fog that gives even the most mundane setting an aura of mystery, makes every step and adventure and could be described with adjectives like 'billowing' or 'dense'. Instead, it's the kind that makes everything damp, cold, and fuzzy. It's thin and hides only the sky, mountains, and slightly clouds the city lights. A thin city fog also makes one painfully aware of air pollution--it's dirty and distinctly unmysterious and unromantic.
There's something about the fog tonight that has actually made me realize something about myself. For the past while I have been seeing things through a thin, dirty fog--only this fog built up so gradually that I didn't realize it was there. When general authorities speak of "the world", they're referring to this fog. When the bible mentions "Babylon", that's also the fog. This fog, though thankfully still thin, will probably be really tough to dispell. It will take a lot of light and warmth to rid myself of it's clouding influence. Through it, dirty things seem less dirty--more acceptable. Since I came to the University of Utah, for instance, I have become more exposed to the world and this exposure has desensitized me to certain things. For instance, lots of things that I would have found offensive and distasteful three semesters ago hardly fazed me this semester. The most frightening thing about a thin fog is that it's so hard to see.
I went out to go to dinner this evening and I noticed that the whole campus is covered with a thin layer of fog. This isn't the sort of fog that gives even the most mundane setting an aura of mystery, makes every step and adventure and could be described with adjectives like 'billowing' or 'dense'. Instead, it's the kind that makes everything damp, cold, and fuzzy. It's thin and hides only the sky, mountains, and slightly clouds the city lights. A thin city fog also makes one painfully aware of air pollution--it's dirty and distinctly unmysterious and unromantic.
There's something about the fog tonight that has actually made me realize something about myself. For the past while I have been seeing things through a thin, dirty fog--only this fog built up so gradually that I didn't realize it was there. When general authorities speak of "the world", they're referring to this fog. When the bible mentions "Babylon", that's also the fog. This fog, though thankfully still thin, will probably be really tough to dispell. It will take a lot of light and warmth to rid myself of it's clouding influence. Through it, dirty things seem less dirty--more acceptable. Since I came to the University of Utah, for instance, I have become more exposed to the world and this exposure has desensitized me to certain things. For instance, lots of things that I would have found offensive and distasteful three semesters ago hardly fazed me this semester. The most frightening thing about a thin fog is that it's so hard to see.
posted by lizbit | 5:56 PM
4 Comments:
Deep. Very deep.
You know, on a side note, when I read this post title, I thought it said, "A Thin Frog." Hmm... that could be interesting. Why is she writing about a thin frog? Well, it'll be interesting because Liz wrote it. hehe.
Icky smog. Very good analogy. That's exactly how Satan works, slowly clouding your vision. Hope your sunlight stays strong. Love you! *hugs*
Very insightful.
We too in the frozen North have what you could call “thin fog.” It is however, more aptly described as particles of flash-frozen humidity and whatever else happened to be foolish enough to think it could survive in the Minotian air for more than two or three seconds. More often however, it is simply powdered ice crystals (which some of the more naïve dare to call “snow”) blowing through the air at 25-30 miles-per-hour. Even worse, these crystals are not truly powdered at all, but all sharp and jagged on a miniature scale. Additionally, the little sadists are not content to only once tear away at the exposed flesh of any living creature against whom their cohort, the wind, deigns fit to fling them on their way down from the heavens above (from whence I am convinced they have been banished for all time and eternity, which is why they now dwell on the earth spending their remaining time endeavoring to make all miserable like unto themselves); no, no, they only pause long enough on the frozen tundra below to detect a new target for their cruelty before sweeping back up into the air on another of their endless kamikaze missions.
Ah, but back to the original point. Yes, this thin fog can certainly cloud your judgment and sway your attention without one ever really becoming conscious of the fact.
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