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And Where Nyarlathotep Went, Rest Vanished, For The Small Hours Were Rent With The Screams Of Nightmare.

But More Wonderful Than The Lore Of Old Men And The Lore Of Books Is The Secret Lore Of Ocean.

In My Actual Imaginative Contact With Life, I Am Vastly More Responsive To Beauty Than To Horror - Indeed, I Never Experience Real Cosmic Horror Except In Infrequent Nightmares. However, When I Come To Record My Various Imaginative Experiences, I Generally Find That Only The Horror Items Have Any Uniqueness Or Originality. Others Have Seen The Same Beautiful Things That I Have Seen, & Have Sung Them More Nobly.

It Must Be Remembered That There Is No Real Reason To Expect Anything In Particular From Mankind; Good And Evil Are Local Expedients - Or Their Lack - And Not In Any Sense Cosmic Truths Or Laws.

That Is Not Dead Which Can Eternal Lie, And With Strange Aeons Even Death May Die.