The Placid Island of Ignorance
Reality is, you know, the tip of an iceberg of irrationality that we've managed to drag ourselves up onto
for a few panting moments before we slip back into the sea of the unreal.
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 most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents
some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality,
and of our frightful position therein,
that we shall either go mad from the revelation
or flee from the light into the peace and safety of a new Dark Age.