Religion Struck Me So Vague A Thing

With Five Feeble Senses We Pretend To Comprehend The Boundlessly Complex Cosmos, Yet Other Beings With Wider, Stronger, Or Different Range Of Senses Might Not Only See Very Differently The Things We See, But Might See And Study Whole Worlds Of Matter, Energy, And Life Which Lie Close At Hand Yet Can Never Be Detected With The Senses We Have.

I Have Dwelt Ever In Realms Apart From The Visible World; Spending My Youth And Adolescence In Ancient And Little-known Books, And In Roaming The Fields And Groves Of The Region Near My Ancestral Home. I Do Not Think That What I Read In These Books Or Saw In These Fields And Groves Was Exactly What Other Boys Read And Saw There; But Of This I Must Say Little, Since Detailed Speech Would But Confirm Those Cruel Slanders Upon My Intellect Which I Sometimes Overhear From The Whispers Of The Stealthy Attendants Around Me.

The End Is Near. I Hear A Noise At The Door, As Of Some Immense Slippery Body Lumbering Against It. It Shall Not Find Me. God, That Hand! The Window! The Window!

There Are Not Many Persons Who Know What Wonders Are Opened To Them In The Stories And Visions Of Their Youth; For When As Children We Listen And Dream, We Think But Half-formed Thoughts, And When As Men We Try To Remember, We Are Dulled And Prosaic With The Poison Of Life.

Memories And Possibilities Are Even More Hideous Than Realities.