Catharsis

"The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown" - H.P. Lovecraft

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God. Many believe it one or in multiple. Some are good, others are evil. but there is one that can threaten our very existence. It is not the Christian god. it is not the gods that greeks and Romans worshiped, nor is it the gods that cavemen worshiped. It is the god that sleeps, the god that slumbers in the empty void of space. Not our space. It is the god with a parade of musicians dancing in circles around him to keep him slumbering for an unknown period of time. For if he begins to stir and be awoken from his sleep, it will mean the end of all existence. The blind idiot god.

Truth. Truth can be anything, yet it can also be nothing.

the truth is not what you say, but it is what you believe. Doubtless, the truth will never set us free, Mankinds inability to comprehend the truth will only twist and turn the minds like that of a rubber band, our mind can only stretch and turn so much before it snaps. The horrors of the truth can not be understood, nor can they be looked at, for if you looked at the truth, your mind would melt, your eyes will burst, your body will freeze in horror.

These two concepts are what has kept humanity going, these two have both given and taken lives, they have both created and destroyed our world. But that is all they are.

Concepts

Concepts that WE have made, but our truths are not IT'S truths, OUR gods are not IT'S gods. Horror. We have all seen horror, be it the real thing, or the thing that movies and shows have created for us to watch. Yet there is only one fear that we do not know or care to focus on. We can try to make sense of this fear but no matter what we can't. This fear of humanity has been around even before humans, for even animals have this fear.

It is the fear of the unknown.

We know more about OUR space then we do earth's oceans. We do not know what could be lurking in the black depths of our waters, just like we don't know the horrors that lie for us in the vast emptiness of space. No one can truly understand the unknown and that is why it is called the unknown. Why do I speak of this when I should be focusing on our story that involves a small town with the state of California? Why should I keep rabbling on like a blooming philosophizer? because in the end, it won't matter. My words that tell the tale of these characters won't matter, The life of my wife and our family won't matter in the end, she knows this truth as she had suffered the same as me when we lived in the town that was once Salton City. We, however, decided to keep living our lives, we had children.

I laugh now when I realize that we are blinding our children to the truth. I laugh now when I tell myself that now I am the "Blind Idiot God"

I and my wife still know a terrible truth. their lives won't matter in the end.

Just like by the end of this story, The those who died in this story won't matter.

But they must suffer to learn the truth and I with them... And the truth may even harm you too.

Good luck dear reader. You are going to need it. - Sincerely Mr. K