We are very much in constant fog.
Sometimes this veil is lifted for a glimpse of sun.
In such glimpses we get an inkling of our destination.
Other than that we grope through fog.
If we can trust in the visions of people like Rudolf Steiner, our Atlantean forefathers lived in physical mist. As we became heavier in our descent in the physical world, the air became less dense, the mist retreated to certain seasons and times of day, affecting some parts of the world more than others (England, for example!). As the physical mist – which could be looked at as a symbolic carrier in a way – withdrew, our feeling of existence ceased to be unquestioned and known, becaming unknown and nebulous.
Science promised to disperse the fog, with some telling us that what is empirically known at the time is the end of it. Strange, then, that more is becoming known all the time – even empirically.
Why not open ourselves to the fact that there is much, much more to be known, and that it will become known in due time.