Driving Little One to school this morning, and she asked why the fog was all around the school but not at the school. I explained to her that the fog clings to low-lying places, and the school is on a hill.
Driving back home, I got to thinking about truisms for which that could be an analogy. Of course, when we rise up spiritually to a higher level of thinking, we rise out of the fog of confusion.
Then, I thought about the school itself, and how we could say that education elevates us out of the fog -- but then, W has a degree from Yale, so that shoots that theory down the tubes.
I should remark here, in case I look back on this some years later, that the weather is extremely weird. Here in NC, it's been 70 degrees for several days now. Los Angelos had snow last week, and is now bracing for a foot of rain. They never get rain. South Texas got snow this week and a guy has a Texas Snowball up for auction on E-Bay. I guess he's got it in the freezer, will ship it in dry ice? It really is crazy. They say the weather will be reversed at the end of the world, in which case, recording it here in a blog makes no difference either way.
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