Sometimes, when I look at a blank page, nothing pops into my brain. This is one of those times. I could write about how I've been reading HP Lovecraft, and how it amazes me. Cephaisis is my favorite story so far, though the journey to unknown kadath was excellent as well. Just the balls this guy puts onto the paper, and after you get the impression that he really might know the answer to life, the universe, and everything and is expressing it to you in this story, right after that happens, the main character wakes up and goes back to work in everyday London.

The character gets so close to complete understanding that we as readers feel as though we completely understand something. Then, that character wakes up. The entire, 120 page story was a fucking dream. I didn't know you could even DO THAT.

In fact, I know it's considered bad narrative style. You are not supposed to leave things open to your audience, you wrap it up into a neat, little pre-digested ball of information that you've figured out and tie the bow on it (that's the conclusion part of the story-arc).

What you DO NOT DO, is write a novella, where the character begins to go insane and die, then whoops! it was all a dream, the character wakes up. He has a life in the reality we know of.

There is no more story after the main character in quest for unknown kadath wakes up. That's RIGHT where it ends. And it's absolutely beautiful.

It's, it's just that it's the perfect expression of aesthetically pleasing reading. The kind that gives us pleasant thoughts, and something that leaves us thinking. It was beautiful.

I don't mean it was well done or cunningly crafted. Those are different qualities a story can possess, it was beautiful, in the most basic definition of the word.

Pleasing. His stories ease the stress involved with the very FINITEness of my existence, using their absolute beauty like a soothing balm. I know you didn't tell me to put on the balm. But I put on the balm, and honestly, it helps. It feels better now.

I can't explain it any better than that, but if you've ever wondered what it will be like after you die, read some Lovecraft, he's got a better idea than the current leader of Catholicism. Which, in case nobody has told you, was a fucking NAZI in his youth.

Maybe I think being a NAZI would prevent you from leading a religious order.... but I'm no economist.

Maybe I'm rambling. Mitch Hedburg is dead, and I feel that loss much more personally than I feel the death of Pope John Paul IVXIVIX or whatever the fuck letters go after his name. Was he the ninth? Twentieth? Does anyone give a fuck? No. I feel bad for saying that, but I think that the Catholic Church is an anitiquated institution that has no fucking bearing on the conditions people are trying to survive.

Though the former pope did some nice things, which I honestly don't know a damn thing about, I must say: Thanks for trying.

I do know that birth control pills still send you to hell. And God, and the Bible.

Good night.

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