flowers of summer

'' the most merciful thing in the world, i think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. we live in on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant to be that we should voyage far. the sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but someday 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 saftey of a new dark age. ...

'' the time would be easy to know, for then mankind would have become as the great old ones; free and wild and beyond good and evil, with laws and morals thrown aside and all men shouting and killing and revelling in joy. ... and all the earth would flame with a holocaust of ecstasy and freedom. ... i shall never sleep calmly again when i think of the horrors that lurk ceaselessly behind life in time and in space, ... wherein is pieced together that which i hope may never be pieced together again. ...

'' i have looked upon all that the universe has to hold of horror, and even the skies of spring and the flowers of summer must ever afterward be poison to me. ... who knows the end? loathsomeness waits and dreams in the deep, and decay spreads over the tottering cities of men, a time will come-but i must not and cannot think.''

i: flowers of summer at zefrank.

h.p.lovecraft, the call of cthulhu.