Dear friend,
you needn't think I'm crazy - plenty of others have queerer prejudices than this. If I don't like that damned email, it's my own business.
The many data networks, 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 light into the peace and safety of a new dark age.
You ask me why I shiver?
Out of the black void of the bloated net I received a hideous JPEG attachment, a single glimpse of forbidden eons which chills me when I think of it and maddens me when I dream of it. That glimpse, like all dread glimpses of truth, flashed out from this godless email I received. If I live, I shall never knowingly supply a link in so hideous a thing.
Re: Iä Tsathoggua!
Iä Tsathoggua! Iä One of the Three Fishy Holes! Iä Astarte! Howling Iä! Iä! I am coming, O Shub-Niggurath, coming with the icon! You have waited long and fed ill, but now you shall have what was promised. You shall crush their minds and drain them, with all their doubts, and grow strong thereby. And ever after among men they shall be shown as a monument to our glory. Iä Shub-Niggurath, infinite and invincible and non-compressable! Your children are hungry, and I provide the file! I read the header and have led you forth! I shall feed them with myself, and you shall spread me! Iä! Shub-Niggurath! Shub-Niggurath!
The Black Goatse Of The Woods with a Thousand Young!
Attached was an image, and the most merciful thing in the world, I think, is that it was broken:
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.
Signed
