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"DEAR EDITOR: I am 8 years old. Some of my little friends say there is no Cthulhu. Papa says, 'If you see it in THE NECRONOMICON it's so.' Please tell me the truth; is there a Cthulhu?"
- VIRGINIA O'HANLON. 115 WEST ARKHAM STREET."
VIRGINIA, your little mortal friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little euclidean minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men's or children's, are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.
Yes, VIRGINIA, there is a Cthulhu. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion are irrelevant, and you know that they insignificant and give to your life no meaning in this infinite, cold universe. AI! how wholesome would be the world if there were no Cthulhu. It would be as wholesome as if there were no GUGS. There would be no Unausprechlichen Kulten then, no De Vermiis Mysterious, no Pnakotic Manuscripts to darken our libraries. The eternal darkness with which horrors from beyond space and time fill the world would be extinguished.
Not believe in Cthulhu! You might as well not believe in shoggoths! You might get your papa to hire negroes and mongrels and degenerate persons to watch in all the dark corners of the world when the stars are right to catch Cthulhu, but even if they did not see Cthulhu rising from Atlantean depths, what would that prove? Nobody sees Cthulhu, but that is no sign that there is no Cthulhu. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see Fungi from Yuggoth flying through the sky? Of course not, but that's no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the horrors there are unseen and unseeable in the world.
You may open the locked hatch in the depths of the Enchanted Wood and see what makes the noise below, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart. Only ignorance can push aside that eldritch truth that we are insignificant comparied to the horrors from beyond the stars. Is it all real? Ai! VIRGINIA, Ai!
No Cthulhu! Elders Gods! That which is not dead can eternal lie. And with strange aeons even death may die. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, the stars shall be right again!
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