Necronomicon

They did not see that good and evil and beauty and ugliness are only ornamental fruits of perspective,

‘Lovecraft opened the way for me, as he had done for others before me’ Stephen King

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 deadly light into the peace and safety of a new dark age.

They were, instead, the letters of our familiar alphabet, spelling out the words of the English language in my own handwriting.

if I, and the world itself, truly existed.

Either I was dreaming, or time and space had become a mockery.

The sense of reality was hideous - and again becomes so as I recall the scene.

Never before, if my mad dreams held anything of truth, had human feet pressed upon those immemorial pavements.

It was sheer madness that impelled and guided me - if, indeed, my whole underground adventure was not - as I hope - a hellish delusion or phase of dreaming.

Madness, of course - but had I not now stumbled into a nighted world as mad as I?