Mid-summer ... When The Alchemy Of Nature Transmutes The Sylvan Landscape To One Vivid And Almost Homogeneous Mass Of Green; When The Senses Are Well-nigh Intoxicated With The Surging Seas Of Moist Verdure And The Subtly Indefinable Odours Of The Soil And The Vegetation. In Such Surroundings The Mind Loses Its Perspective; Time And Space Become Trivial And Unreal, And Echoes Of A Forgotten Prehistoric Past Beat Insistently Upon The Enthralled Consciousness.

-H. P. Lovecraft

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Mid-summer ... When The Alchemy Of Nature

H. P. Lovecraft

Mid-summer ... When The Alchemy Of Nature Transmutes The Sylvan Landscape To One Vivid And Almost Homogeneous Mass Of Green; When The Senses Are Well-nigh Intoxicated With The Surging Seas Of Moist Verdure And The Subtly Indefinable Odours Of The Soil And The Vegetation. In Such Surroundings The Mind Loses Its Perspective; Time And Space Become Trivial And Unreal, And Echoes Of A Forgotten Prehistoric Past Beat Insistently Upon The Enthralled Consciousness.

Topic

Summer

Nature

Past

It Is Absolutely Necessary, For The Peace And Safety Of Mankind, That Some Of Earth's Dark, Dead Corners And Unplumbed Depths Be Left Alone; Lest Sleeping Abnormalities Wake To Resurgent Life, And Blasphemously Surviving Nightmares Squirm And Splash Out Of Their Black Lairs To Newer And Wider Conquests.

Sleep

Dark

Safety