Lunatics with a speculative bent can sometimes stumble overly close to certain guarded cosmic secrets. - Clark Ashton Smith

Stern and white as a tomb, older than the memory of the dead, and built by men or devils beyond the recording of myth, is the mansion in which we dwell.

All human thought, all science, all religion, is the holding of a candle to the night of the universe.

But here, in this place of eternal bareness and solitude, it seemed that life could never have been. The stark, eroded stones were things that might have been reared by the toil of the dead, to house the monstrous ghouls and demons of primal desolation.