jsantell · February 14, 2015 18:50
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 That is not dead which can eternal lie. And with strange aeons even death may die.	
 The Old Ones were, the Old Ones are, and the Old Ones shall be.
 In London there is a man who screams when the church bells ring.	
 To the scientist there is the joy in pursuing truth which nearly counteracts the depressing revelations of truth.
 Toil without song is like a weary journey without an end.
 We shall see that at which dogs howl in the dark, and that at which cats prick up their ears after midnight.
 Ocean is more ancient than the mountains, and freighted with the memories and the dreams of Time.
 The process of delving into the black abyss is to me the keenest form of fascination.	
 The most merciful thing in the world... is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents.
	That is not dead which can eternal lie. And with strange aeons even death may die.
	The Old Ones were, the Old Ones are, and the Old Ones shall be.
	In London there is a man who screams when the church bells ring.
	To the scientist there is the joy in pursuing truth which nearly counteracts the depressing revelations of truth.
	Toil without song is like a weary journey without an end.
	We shall see that at which dogs howl in the dark, and that at which cats prick up their ears after midnight.
	Ocean is more ancient than the mountains, and freighted with the memories and the dreams of Time.
	The process of delving into the black abyss is to me the keenest form of fascination.
	The most merciful thing in the world... is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents.