The World Is Indeed Comic, But The

I Shall Never Sleep Calmly Again When I Think Of The Horrors That Lurk Ceaselessly Behind Life In Time And In Space, And Of Those Unhallowed Blasphemies From Elder Stars Which Dream Beneath The Sea, Known And Favoured By A Nightmare Cult Ready And Eager To Loose Them Upon The World Whenever Another Earthquake Shall Heave Their Monstrous Stone City Again To The Sun And Air.

West Of Arkham The Hills Rise Wild, And There Are Valleys With Deep Woods That No Axe Has Ever Cut.

Sometimes One Feels That It Would Be Merciful To Tear Down These Houses, For They Must Often Dream.

I Am Providence, And Providence Is Myself - Together, Indissolubly As One, We Stand Thro' The Ages; A Fixt Monument Set Aeternally In The Shadow Of Durfee's Ice-clad Peak!

Our Means Of Receiving Impressions Are Absurdly Few, And Our Notions Of Surrounding Objects Infinitely Narrow. We See Things Only As We Are Constructed To See Them, And Can Gain No Idea Of Their Absolute Nature. With Five Feeble Senses We Pretend To Comprehend The Boundlessly Complex Cosmos.