Subject: I see...
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Posted on: 2010-08-09 22:43:00 UTC

I admit, I've... never actually read any of his work first-hand. I am familiar with a few concepts, a few Great old Ones for example. But also his description of Cathuria from "the White Ship" (1919)

But it does present an interesting quandry: the nature of the Human ego seems to far outstrip it's relative (non)importance in the greater cosmos... but why?

Is it a holdover from a time when it was a certainty that we were made in the image of paternal gods (who, if they do exist, probably spend their days in an asylum being fed the Blue Pills while they sit in the corner and stare at our dust-mote peice of the universe)? Or... in the face of our certain fate if we are on-world when Cthullhu awakens... do we merely decide to run while he still sleeps? To do what was unimaginable to a 1920s New Englander and flee to a place that might not have a giant, 13th dimensional squid-demon waiting to wake up. Sure, we may bump into something worse... but it's (like i said) something that helps.

But then again... trying to embrace the emptiness by going out there and doing things seems to beat merely staying put and awaiting destruction to a lot of people. Graffito-tagging the Universal wall with our little words instead of trying to read the runes of the greater beings.

I guess that's what I like: you'll never be able to beat these things, you're barely able to communicate with them without going nuts and, like I layed out, only their wierdoes actually take and interest in us... but it is still fascianting stuff (until the moment their multi-dimensional forms short out your vision centre, that is).

Embrace it accept it... and get out of their way.

I think I'll stick with the Elder Ones myself: a nice, homegrown pre-cambrian civilization of... things.

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