Sunday, October 15, 2006

The Black Sea of Infinity - The Lovecraftian Sublime

…hints of a new infinity, vast life forms from earth's deep time, human insanity with the appearance of a new star, the stellar unknown beyond the horizon, is always horrific…

"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."' The Call of Cthulhu

Infinity, the perpetual grinding novelty of the cosmos, the virtual immensity in which all potentials await their realisations, the very cosmic existence that is affirmed by Deleuze and Bergson, is, for Lovecraft, a cosmic horror of unspeakable terror.

"the blind cosmos grinds aimlessly on from nothing to something and from something back to nothing again, neither heeding nor knowing the wishes or existence of the minds that flicker for a second now and then in the darkness." (The Silver Key)

Let’s face it, a world of the infinite repetition of the same (Schopenhauer’s Will and Nietzsche’s eternal return) or a world of the infinite repetition of difference and novelty (Bergson and Deleuze), either way, will not do…whatever the interpretation, we want something more, the sublime and the beautiful are no longer an option…the horror, the horror…and even more than that…