“Trent stood at the edge of the rip, stared into the illimitable gulf

of the unknown… the stygian world yawning blackly beyond.

Trent’s eyes refused to close. He did not shriek, but the hideous,

unholy abominations shrieked for him. As in the same second he

saw them spill and tumble upward out of an enormous, carrion

black pit choked with the gleaming white bones of countless unhallowed

centuries; he began to back away from the rip as the

army of unspeakable figures twilit by the glow from the bottomless

pit came pouring at him towards our world."

In the Mouth of Madness by Sutter Cain

How does one explain the unexplainable? H.P. Lovecraft

struggled with this issue as do we all. So many of us recognize

a certain truth; we interpret the advanced symbol

structures of language, art, and music. Our minds piece

this unknown and unknowable reality together in the

same way… as if we all existed in the same dream. We

understand what can never be fully understood because

the end product, the meaning of it all, is encoded in our

consciousness.

Annons

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November 2012