The gods' ways are truly abominable unto me. By day I find no relief, nor repose by night. I will destroy, I will wreck their ways, That quiet may be restored. Let us have rest!
For the gods keep hidden from men the means of life. Else you would easily do work enough in a day to supply you for a full year even without working; soon would you put away your rudder over the smoke, and the fields worked by ox and sturdy mule would run to waste.
Destroy the gods' ways. Then shall you have relief by day and rest by night.
The spirits and gods were scattered. The rebel against Heaven, wanting high position Insulted Immortals, stole the pills, and destroyed mortality.
The home of the gods he reddens with gore.
Look at the nations, and see! Be astonished! Be astounded! For a work is being done in your days that you would not believe even if you were told.
That which was thrown on a screen in the darkened room prophecied things none but Nyarlathotep dared prophecy:
What happens when heaven is consumed in flames, and when all the gods are dead?
All the Earth would flame with a bonfire of ecstasy and freedom.
To us there will be opened up gulfs of time and space and knowledge beyond anything within the conception of human science or philosophy
Behold, I am doing a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it? I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert.
Near is far and far is near.
Light is dark and dark is light.
They will burst into laughter at trauma, no-one will weep at casualties. surgery is an incredibly expert and everyday thing among them.
Emperors are made by turn; next year it may be me
Let me show you the master in grief, the rabble in peace. The one who was slothful now is filled, But he who was diligent has nothing.
I show you the land in turmoil; The weak-armed is strong-armed, One salutes him who saluted. I show you the undermost uppermost, What was turned on the back turns the belly. Men will live in the graveyard, The beggar will gain riches, The great will rob to live, The poor will eat rich food, The slaves will be exalted.
He who knew nothing of wings – flew off like a bird. The cripple could surpass the fleet of foot, the weakling could overpower the strong. They give voice to gross insolence against the governor who provides for their holy places.
The race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet riches to men of understanding, nor yet favour to men of skill.
The sound of harpists, musicians, flutists, and trumpeters shall not be heard in you anymore. No craftsman of any craft shall be found in you anymore, and the sound of a millstone shall not be heard in you anymore.
I have seen all the works that are done under the sun; and, behold, all are meaningless and vexatious
But remember—that dark world of fungoid gardens and windowless cities isn’t really terrible. It is only to us that it would seem so.
May all resistance be overcome.
Thank goodness it's the singularity.
