Outside the ordered universe is that amorphous blight of nethermost confusion which blasphemes and bubbles at the center of all infinity—the boundless daemon sultan Azathoth, whose name no lips dare speak aloud, and who gnaws hungrily in inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond time and space amidst the muffled, maddening beating of vile drums and the thin monotonous whine of accursed flutes.
About me: Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend, Nor services to do, till you require.
Rumertron wrote:I looked at the site too. The images are really very unsettling for some reason.
I think they are somewhere between Giger and the inside of my eyelids after some very strong hallucinogens. Very bizarre stuff
Outside the ordered universe is that amorphous blight of nethermost confusion which blasphemes and bubbles at the center of all infinity—the boundless daemon sultan Azathoth, whose name no lips dare speak aloud, and who gnaws hungrily in inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond time and space amidst the muffled, maddening beating of vile drums and the thin monotonous whine of accursed flutes.
About me: Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend, Nor services to do, till you require.
Rumertron wrote:I looked at the site too. The images are really very unsettling for some reason.
I think they are somewhere between Giger and the inside of my eyelids after some very strong hallucinogens. Very bizarre stuff
I suspect it has something to do with the mathematical certainty of the images which take no real account of aesthetics. They are striking without recourse to human 'taste' in some way. I am totally entranced and a bit repelled by them.
Rumertron wrote:I suspect it has something to do with the mathematical certainty of the images which take no real account of aesthetics. They are striking without recourse to human 'taste' in some way. I am totally entranced and a bit repelled by them.
They're proof that the Universe has no soul.
Ein Ubootsoldat wrote:“Ich melde mich ab. Grüssen Sie bitte meine Kameraden.”
Rumertron wrote:I suspect it has something to do with the mathematical certainty of the images which take no real account of aesthetics. They are striking without recourse to human 'taste' in some way. I am totally entranced and a bit repelled by them.
They're proof that the Universe has no soul.
..and yet humans developed a sense of aesthetics. Is that proof of divine tinkering? ?
Rumertron wrote:I suspect it has something to do with the mathematical certainty of the images which take no real account of aesthetics. They are striking without recourse to human 'taste' in some way. I am totally entranced and a bit repelled by them.
They're proof that the Universe has no soul.
..and yet humans developed a sense of aesthetics. Is that proof of divine tinkering? ?
It proves we're aware and the Universe (probably) isn't.
Ein Ubootsoldat wrote:“Ich melde mich ab. Grüssen Sie bitte meine Kameraden.”