Only Poetry Or Madness Could Do Justice

Maybe, Just Maybe, I Should Not Have Used The Word "eldritch" So Many Times Now That I Think About It.

The Human Race Will Disappear. Other Races Will Appear And Disappear In Turn. The Sky Will Become Icy And Void, Pierced By The Feeble Light Of Half-dead Stars. Which Will Also Disappear. Everything Will Disappear. And What Human Beings Do Is Just As Free Of Sense As The Free Motion Of Elementary Particles. Good, Evil, Morality, Feelings? Pure 'victorian Fictions'. Only Egotism Exists.

What I Used To Respect Was Not Really Aristocracy, But A Set Of Personal Qualities Which Aristocracy Then Developed Better Than Any Other System . . . A Set Of Qualities, However, Whose Merit Lay Only In A Psychology Of Non-calculative, Non-competitive Disinterestedness, Truthfulness, Courage, And Generosity Fostered By Good Education, Minimum Economic Stress, And Assumed Position, And Just As Achievable Through Socialism As Through Aristocracy.

I Could Not Help Feeling That They Were Evil Things -- Mountains Of Madness Whose Farther Slopes Looked Out Over Some Accursed Ultimate Abyss.

The Unknown ... Became For Our Primitive Forefathers A Terrible And Omnipotent Source Of Boons And Calamities Visited Upon Mankind For Cryptic And Wholly Extra-terrestrial Reasons, And Thus Clearly Belonging To Spheres Of Existence Whereof We Know Nothing And Wherein We Have No Part.