No more worlds like this / No more days like that

So it is that supernatural horror is the product of a profoundly divided species of being. It is not the pastime of even our closest relations in the wholly natural world: we gained it, as part of our gloomy inheritance, when we became what we are. Once awareness of the human predicament was achieved, we immediately took off in two directions, splitting ourselves down the middle. One half became dedicated to apologetics, even celebration, of our new toy of consciousness. The other half condemned and occasionally launched direct assaults on this "gift.

Priests might divide the world into good and bad. In battle there was strong and weak and nothing else.

Without haters, you can't see the level of your progress, that shows you that haters are necessary evil.

You must be a light unto yourself.

Maybe our greatest enemy isn__ the evil around us, but the evil inside us.