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H.P Lovecraft


It’s the time of year, and the kind of grey Autumn day, to read H.P Lovecraft.

“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 Call of Cthulhu

“Pleasure to me is wonder—the unexplored, the unexpected, the thing that is hidden and the changeless thing that lurks behind superficial mutability. To trace the remote in the immediate; the eternal in the ephemeral; the past in the present; the infinite in the finite; these are to me the springs of delight and beauty.” – Collected Essays, Volume 5: Philosophy



This book was one of the most memorable of my childhood. C.S Lewis’ letter to Lucy says, “Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.” And so, tonight I descend into the world of Narnia, because I need to remember.


The golden eternity

I have lots of things to teach you now, in case we ever meet, concerning the message that was transmitted to me under a pine tree in North Carolina on a cold winter moonlit night.  It said that Nothing Ever Happened, so don’t worry. It’s all like a dream. Everything is ecstasy, inside.

We just don’t know it because of our thinking-minds. But in our true blissful essence of mind is known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever.

Close your eyes, let your hands and nerve-ends drop, stop breathing for 3 seconds, listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot, which was taught in immense milky way soft cloud innumerable worlds long ago and not even at all.

It is all one vast awakened thing. I call it the golden eternity. It is perfect.

We were never really born, we will never really die. It has nothing to do with the imaginary idea of a personal self, other selves, many selves everywhere: Self is only an idea, a mortal idea. That which passes into everything is one thing.

It’s a dream already ended. There’s nothing to be afraid of and nothing to be glad about.

I know this from staring at mountains months on end. They never show any expression, they are like empty space. Do you think the emptiness of space will ever crumble away? Mountains will crumble, but the emptiness of space, which is the one universal essence of mind, the vast awakenerhood, empty and awake, will never crumble away because it was never born.

{Selected Letters 1957-1969} ~ Jack Kerouac, The Portable Jack Kerouac

A Moveable Feast

“It sounds very silly. But to really love two women at the same time, truly love them, is the most destructive and terrible thing that can happen to a man. You lie to everyone all around, and all you know is that you love two women. There is all that time when you do things that are impossible, and when you are with one you love her, and with the other you love her. You break all promises and you do everything you knew that you could never do before. And the strange part is that you are happy. But as it goes on, the new one is not happy because she can see you love them both although she is still settling for that. When you are alone with her she knows you love her, and you never speak about the other to help her and to help yourself although you are past help. Finally, the old one who is relentless wins. But it is really the new one, the woman who loses, that wins, and that is the luckiest thing that has ever happened for her.

Remorse is a fine good thing and with a little luck and if I’d been a better man, it might have saved me for something worse instead of being my true and constant companion. Having become involved in it and being in love, I accepted all the blame for it myself and lived with the remorse. The remorse was never away day or night. I remember all of it, and how much we loved each other truly, and how I thought we were invulnerable. But we were not invulvernable, and that was the end of the first part…Nobody climbs on skis now and almost everybody breaks their legs, but maybe it is easier in the end to break your legs than to break your heart, although they say that everything breaks now and that sometimes, afterwards, many are stronger at the broken places. I do not know about that, but this is how life was in the early days when we were very poor and very happy.” – Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast