I have known many gods. He who denies them is as blind as he who trusts them too deeply. - Robert E. Howard

Conan, grim, blood-stained, naked but for a loin-cloth, shackles on his mighty limbs, his blue eyes blazing beneath the tangled black mane which fell over his low broad forehead.

Mankind isn't the first owner of the earth; there were Beings here before his coming — and now, survivals of hideously ancient epochs. Maybe spheres of alien dimensions press unseen on this material universe today.

How can I wear the harness of toil
And sweat at the daily round,
While in my soul forever
The drums of Pictdom sound?