Charles Spurgeon related a trip through the Lake District, when a dense fog descended on him and his fellow travelers, “we felt ourselves to be transported into a world of mystery where everything was swollen to a size and appearance more vast, more terrible, than is usual on this sober planet.” Little mountain ponds could have been great lakes. Descending into a valley, the rocks on either side of the trail looked like incredible cliffs and the path downward like an abyss. But in the morning, when the fog was gone, they could see that the path was safe and the rocks were only moderately…
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