Be good to each other. Life is full of surprises. Some are great. Some … not so much.
Happy Birthday to:
Christine Lapera Tevini
“What do we know,” he had said, “of the world and the universe about us? Our means of receiving impressions are absurdly few, and our notions of surrounding objects infinitely narrow. We see things only as we are constructed to see them, and can gain no idea of their absolute nature. 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 always believed that such strange, inaccessible worlds exist at our very elbows, and now I believe I have found a way to break down the barriers. I am not joking. Within twenty-four hours that machine near the table will generate waves acting on unrecognized sense organs that exist in us as atrophied or rudimentary vestiges. Those waves will open up to us many vistas unknown to man and several unknown to anything we consider organic life. We shall see that at which dogs howl in the dark, and that at which cats prick up their ears after midnight. We shall see these things, and other things which no breathing creature has yet seen. We shall overleap time, space, and dimensions, and without bodily motion peer to the bottom of creation.”
From Beyond
H.P. Lovecraft
Happy Birthday to:
The moment of discovery
“Personally, I would not care for immortality in the least. There is nothing better than oblivion, since in oblivion there is no wish unfulfilled. We had it before we were born yet did not complain. Shall we whine because we know it will return? It is Elysium enough for me, at any rate.”
– H.P. Lovecraft
Most authors are lucky if they are well known and widely read in their own lifetime. Once they die their work usually fades into obscurity. Some very lucky authors manage to write works that are both popular during their lifetime and remain so once they pass on. It’s a strange kind of luck to be an author whose work is mostly obscure during ones lifetime yet that work becomes relatively popular and well read decades after that author’s death.
Hello Howard Phillips Lovecraft. A strangely lucky man.