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.

This, they indicated, was the greatest race of all because it alone had conquered the secret of time.

I developed a queer fear of seeing my own form, as if my eyes would find it something utterly alien and inconceivably abhorrent.

Then a sudden return of the rightful consciousness, intermittently plagued ever after with vague unplaceable dreams suggesting fragments of some hideous memory elaborately blotted out.

I would inadvertently refer, with casual assurance, to specific events in dim ages outside of the range of accepted history - passing off such references as a jest when I saw the surprise they created.

I would never die, but would live with those who had lived since before man ever walked the earth.

Something about the staring, unwinking expression of both of them had given me a vague, unaccountable uneasiness.

Where does madness leave off and reality begin?