Nebulaphobia is the fear of fog, mist or clouds. It is quite
hard to say whether this fear is simply irrational or has a well founded
psychological reason. Interestingly it's roots appear to be a profound fear of
the unknown and the potential for disaster. There is something unearthly
about fog which arouses inner thoughts on the ephemeral nature of our life.
Certainly, for me, fog has that bland and inert texture of death... of a
shroud.
Once, on an early morning walk across Hampstead Heath in
London, a great fog appeared before my eyes. It was sudden, and it lay like a
thick, impenetrable blanket over the ground, at least three feet tall. I had
the curious sensation of floating, yet at the same time afraid of falling or
tripping. And as rapidly as it materialized, it disappeared leaving me only
with the impression of having experienced some sort of fantastic, lucid dream.
I think it important to cherish and value those gray days,
when our minds are befuddled by impermeable mists. We cannot have sunshine all
of the time. Boredom would ensue if our daily diet were merely happiness and
joy, we also need depression and brooding discontent behind the sanguine velvet
curtains in our mind; that chaotic darkness that gives meaning to the light.
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