“Now wonder has gone away, and I seem to forget that all life is only a set of pictures in the brain, among which there is no difference between those born of real things and those born of inward dreams, and no cause to value the one above the other. 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 until now 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, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the deadly light. A profound sense of dread, and of contact with unknown spheres and powers, a subtle attitude of awed listening, as if for the beating of black wings or the scratching of outside shapes and entities on the known universe’s utmost rim.” H. P. Lovecraft.