It can be said that man made these creative leaps in the scope of a larger period than just around 1900: that between all of the Dark Ages and the advent of Mass Media.

Of which there is much in common.

[Edited on 14-12-2003 by RANT]

Just by using the examples of Einstein and Tesla, they were many years ahead of their time... going from "Dark Ages" and Pre-Industrial thinking to those two... that in itself may be nothing, but when coupled with the rises of occultism, the expansion of human understand...

And with the Dark Ages, science was trying to repress religious beliefs, or vice versa. This has been a repeating cycle throughout all the ages... with the exception of 1880-1920.

Man was reaching forward, in most cases not replacing God with science, or claiming God is all, but combining the two. There was a great expansion in this time, in all fields, one that hasn't been seen before, or parralled yet.

H.P. Lovecraft was and is the greatest literary genius of all time. The cthuhlu mythos are more than what they appear. I have been reading H.P. since I was about 12 years old and it never gets old. I believe that the reason you do not find writers like this now a days is simply because we have went backwards in the evolutionary process. We have deviated too far into the spectrum of ignorance. I also believe that whatever beings Lovecraft dreamt up can be called upon and are very real when projected into the outermost banks of our own psyche. I have dabbled with these beings and the ceremony of the nine angels which is a rendition of Lovecraftian entities put into a ritual process by the late great hated Anton Lavey. Anton Lavey was many things but I believe he was first and foremost an amazing literary enigma, a force to be reckoned with in these dark days of ignorance and sheepish mentality. He brought back what we had been deprived of for so long, practicality. Though dark his writings were poetic and informed, just like H.P. And I think as human beings we need that certain dark facade to feel the sorrow needed to create such enigmatic writing. These two men were the very face of literary greatness, along with poe they were the pen ink in the diatribe of undying beauty.


Without a sense of sorrow, there can be no true poet.