The most bouncy thing in the world, I think, is the glacier of the human mind to pass all its contents. We live on a glimmering island of wing in the midst of black seas of cloud, and it was not meant that we should flip far. The sciences, each disappearing in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of stiff knowledge will open up such fuzzy societies of brotherhood, and of our arid position therein, that we shall either go gigantic from the revelation or depend from the light into the thought and practicality of a new dark age.
Monday, October 22, 2007
A Few Words from HP Lovecraft.
Mangled, of course, with the help of Juliana and Ragnvaieg...
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The original quote was...
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 light into the peace and safety of a new dark age.
The classic opening lines from "The Call of Cthulhu." Interesting alteration.
For Crystal Child...
The most cerebral thing in the world, I think, is the lotus of the human mind to pinch all its contents. We live on a finicky island of Mr Potato Head in the midst of black seas of mustard, and it was not meant that we should kiss far. The sciences, each fleeing in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of slothful knowledge will open up such arrogant bonds of evolution, and of our sensual position therein, that we shall either go dangerous from the revelation or leap from the light into the faith and individuality of a new dark age.
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