Excerpt taken from The Call of Cthulhu by H.P. Lovecraft..
Chapter 1: The Horror in Clay
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, the we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the deadly light into the peace and safety of a new dark age.
And that's how the short story started.
I can read the paragraph again and again and still find truth in it.
