“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 hitherto 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 therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the deadly light into the peace and safety of a new dark age.” – H.P. Lovecraft
Will anything come of the seeds that I plant? Will the virus of inspiration be passed on to others? How about that of curiosity? Each of us may find ourselves at the centre of so many influences making our choices based on either following the flow or resistance to the same. What choices will I make and what roads will they take me down? Life still remains stranger than I ever imagined.
By self-enchantment, alignment and iconoclasm the divine artist ensorcels belief, identifies with its apotheosis and, through his complete identification, the object or icon of belief ceases to be other. — Andrew Chumbley
“I think the only way to avoid going crazy is to get your story straight, and perhaps the only way you can get the story straight is to allow yourself in some sense to go mad. It is also true for mad men and mad women that everything is significant. Paranoids and schizophrenics and depressives deal with the world as if every falling leaf had – well, they take the world personally. That’s almost by definition a mad person. And I guess an artist has to do the same thing.”
Do the beings we evoke have existence outside of ourselves or are they representations of the deepest aspects of our being? I believe that the answer is both. The connections that we make internally become gateways to the external entities on which we call. The more connected we become internally, the deeper our connection to the archetypal externals become. In other words, the only way out is in
“To regret one’s own experiences is to arrest one’s own development. To deny one’s own experiences is to put a lie into the lips of one’s own life. It is no less than a denial of the soul.” ― Oscar Wilde