Necronomicon

They did not see that good and evil and beauty and ugliness are only ornamental fruits of perspective,

‘Lovecraft opened the way for me, as he had done for others before me’ Stephen King

THE MOST MERCIFUL THING in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the deadly light into the peace and safety of a new dark age.

And always the shadow of nameless fear hung about the sealed trapdoors and the dark, windowless elder towers.

The political and economic system of each unit was a sort of fascistic socialism, with major resources rationally distributed, and power delegated to a small governing board elected by the votes of all able to pass certain educational and psychological tests.

Markedly defective individuals were quickly disposed of as soon as their defects were noticed.

They had no sex, but reproduced through seeds or spores which clustered on their bases and could be developed only under water.

But there would be races after them, clinging pathetically to the cold planet and burrowing to its horror-filled core, before the utter end.

I may here remark that sight and sound are the only senses I have ever exercised in the visionary world.

This, they indicated, was the greatest race of all because it alone had conquered the secret of time.