Quotes / Cosmic Horror Story

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 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.

"You humans build little worlds, little stories, little shells around your minds and that keeps infinity at bay and allows you to wake up in the morning without screaming!"
The Hiver, A Hat Full of Sky

"Wisdom is but the beginning of fear."
Inquisitorial Proverb, Warhammer 40,000

"Cthulhu makes Gozer look like Little Mary Sunshine."
Egon Spengler, The Real Ghostbusters

"It came from beyond the extreme reaches of our reality,
It came to laugh at our naive existences.
I am puzzled by the truth that slips through my hands even as I cover my ears.
Where in this thin body do I find the strength to stand?"
Partial translation of "Uninstall", opening theme for Bokurano

"My kind transcends your very understanding. We are each a nation; independent. Free of all weakness. You cannot even grasp the nature of our existence."
Sovereign, Mass Effect

"For the fish, the lake in which he lives is the universe. What does the fish think when he is jerked up by the mouth through the silver limits of existence and into a new universe where the air drowns him and the light is blue madness? Where huge bipeds with no gills stuff it into a suffocating box and cover it with wet weeds to die?"
The Man In Black, The Gunslinger

"Evil never dies. Darkness never retreats. In the cracks and the crevices of our society there are monsters undreamed of by the rank and file of humanity. I've been there. I've seen them. They exist in the spaces between things, in the folds of existence where we can't find them. Sometimes they cross over, sometimes they manifest, and all hell breaks loose. Only this is not Hell, nor Heaven. This is like nothing anyone has ever understood. This is pure evil, pure destruction. This is the Apocalypse."
Maj. Gen. Reginald Fairfield, U.S. Army (Ret.), 25 FEB 1994 (Delta Green core book opening fiction piece)

"In this world, is the destiny of mankind controlled by some transcendental entity or law? Is it like the hand of God hovering above? At least it is true that man has no control, even over his own will."

"Everything dies. You. Me. Everyone on this planet. Our sun. Our galaxy. And, eventually, the universe itself. This is simply how things are. It's inevitable...and I accept it."
Mr. Fantastic, delivering the Arc Words for Jonathan Hickman's Avengers, the cosmic horror story of the end of Marvel's Multiverse.

I have seen the dark universe yawning,
Where the black planets roll without aim;
Where they roll in their horror unheeded
Without knowledge or lustre or name.
H.P. Lovecraft, "Nemesis" (also epigraph to "The Haunter of the Dark")

See, Lovecraft's stories haven't remained popular so long just because his monsters are scary. They endure because his monsters are metaphors for existential alienation. It's not the appearance of the monsters in his stories, it's the reality of them, the fact that they exist. Their existence alone proves that humanity is doomed and that all our hopes and dreams are stupid. Running into one of Lovecraft's Elder Gods is like finding a strange pair of underwear in your bed and realizing that your spouse is cheating on you. It's not the underwear itself that's stabbing you in the heart; it's the betrayal it represents. Lovecraft's monsters are proof to the protagonist that the universe is not benevolent. Finding strange underwear might mean that your spouse never loved you; stumbling upon a Lovecraft creature means that God never loved you.

And crawling on the planet's face:
Some insects called 'the human race'.
Lost in time,
Lost in space,
...and meaning.

Imagine yourself taking a stroll through Manhattan, somewhere north of 68th street, deep inside Central Park, late at night. It would be nice to meet someone friendly, but you know that the park is dangerous at night. Thatís when the monsters come out. Thereís always a strong undercurrent of drug dealings, muggings, and occasional homicides. It is not easy to distinguish the good guys from the bad guys. They dress alike, and the weapons are concealed. The only difference is intent, and you canít read minds. Stay in the dark long enough and you may hear an occasional distance shriek or blunder across a body. How do you survive the night? The last thing you want to do is shout, ďIím here!Ē The next to last thing you want to do is reply to someone who shouts, ďIím a friend!Ē What you would like to do is find a policeman, or get out of the park. But you donít want to make noise or move towards a light where you might be spotted, and it is difficult to find either a policeman or your way out without making yourself known. Your safest option is to hunker down and wait for daylight, then safely walk out. There are, of course, a few obvious differences between Central Park and the universe. There is no policeman. There is no way out. And the night never ends.

We knew there would be a price to pay, but we thought it might be one we could bear, or that we could find some way to avoid paying it.
It was not, and we could not.
The price we have paid is everything. In an instant, so fast there is no time to react, let alone respond, the [Empire] is... gone. Where once there was thriving colonies, there is now only death. Where once mighty fleets crossed the void, there is only ghosts and debris. All devoured by the End. All taken by the Shroud.
Stellaris, the result of the End of the Cycle coming to collect