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A New Source of Horror

Posted by Ronak M Soni on August 16, 2011

(Horror is so odd. Not terror, which is what you feel when a bus is rushing down on you or when you are confronted with a phobia of yours, but the deep, vertiginous horror that you feel in the pit of your stomach.

Reading H P Lovecraft a couple of months back and thinking about why exactly we feel such a thing, and why everyone understands what you mean when you talk of this feeling, has taken my thinking into various knots whose existence have fairly changed the way I look at the human intellect and led me to explore deeper the connection between intellect and the body. That’s what I should be writing about rather than this, which a weird fiction aficionado characterises as angst rather than true “cosmic horror,” but I’m too lazy and the subject gets me too confused. Hopefully I can come up with a post about it sometime in the next year or so, but there’s a good chance I won’t be able to.)

The greatest horror is not in the existence of ghosts or murderous trans-human species with tentacles (both of which I feel fill the same role for horror as God does for existential comfort, the idea that something predicated on the same vicissitudes as day-to-day life is worthy of greater emotion than it simply because it is not our everyday life) but in the passing of time itself — the inexorable, half-noticed way in which time jumps scales — coupled with the need to be productive, the constant asking of oneself, “where have I got?”

There are over thirty days in a month, yet a month consists of but four weeks and a week, but of seven days. It is in this ripple-like effect of wasting even one hour of your life wherein lies the horror.

3 Responses to “A New Source of Horror”

  1. S M Rana said

    Welcome, hi, young,man on the move!

    Here is a conversation between the Tempter (Mephistocles) and the Buddha.

    Long time have sons of men on earth to live.
    Let the good man herein no trouble take.
    As babe replete with milk, so let him act,
    There is no present coming on of death.

    Brief time have sons of men on earth to live.
    Let the good man herein much trouble take.
    Acting as were his turban all-ablaze.
    There is no man to whom death cometh not.

    Here’s another link:

    I think the bottom line is that the gift of love deserves a response of cheerfulness!!

  2. Greg said

    Funny, I just finished reading Lovecraft, myself. What did you think of his stories?

  3. Individually, not much. As a body of work, quite something.

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