Since time began, we have looked to gods and institutions as the foundations of our world. We work, we kill, and we die for our beliefs, for patriotism, and for a better life for ourselves and loved ones, but what if all these things upon whom our sanity depends, were suddenly realized to be the world we create by organization with each other, rather than the creations of a God gone mad? What if the world flipped on its axis, and all things turned out to not be as they've always seemed at all? Could we accept the overwhelming burden of Godhood? Will the inertia of our prior deception sustain us back into stable equilibrum, or will we all go mad from the revelation, succumb to chaos, and instead create the hell we've always feared?
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, that we shall
either go mad from the revelation or flee from the deadly light into the peace and safety of
a new dark age.
