Never Explain Anything

And Where Nyarlathotep Went, Rest Vanished, For The Small Hours Were Rent With The Screams Of Nightmare.

The Old Ones Were, The Old Ones Are, And The Old Ones Shall Be. Not In The Spaces We Know, But Between Them. They Walk Serene And Primal, Undimensioned And To Us Unseen.

If Religion Were True, Its Followers Would Not Try To Bludgeon Their Young Into An Artificial Conformity; But Would Merely Insist On Their Unbending Quest For Truth, Irrespective Of Artificial Backgrounds Or Practical Consequences.

The Phenomenon Of Dreaming ... Helped To Build Up The Notion Of An Unreal Or Spiritual World; And In General, All The Conditions Of Savage Dawn-life So Strongly Conduced Toward A Feeling Of The Supernatural, That We Need Not Wonder At The Thoroughness With Which Man's Very Hereditary Essence Has Become Saturated With Religion And Superstition.

I Am, Indeed, An Absolute Materialist So Far As Actual Belief Goes; With Not A Shred Of Credence In Any Form Of Supernaturalism—religion, Spiritualism, Transcendentalism, Metempsychosis, Or Immortality.