As we push forward into the future, as the population grows and we are beset by crisis after crisis, the restless desire to know or have that something that was lost grows. Literature, art, and film turn abruptly towards the antediluvian experience, as vampires, elves, and dragons all rise again, just as they have done in past moments of great social anxiety. Tales drenched in mystery and In the the writings of decadent, non-euclidean philosophers are born and reborn, time and again.
The trenches of World War I--the Great War, the War to End All Wars--were filled with young officers, clutching Zarathustra amid the mustard gas and drifting smoke, dreaming of Siegfried and shielded maidens. In the 1960's, as the US and the Soviet Union teetered on the brink of holocaust, the drug-induced fantasy music from Haight-Ashbury filled the air and "Frodo Lives" was the underground rallying cry. And Japan still dreamed of monsters, as it struggled to define itself, yet again.
It wasn't just the turmoil of the present, but also the uncertainty of the future, the unknowability of a world seemingly without limits, with boundless potential, yet born from the daemonic gold of war and servitude. Guilt loomed as large as fear.
The sugar-coating of such turmoil notwithstanding, there is always hope. But it teeters over the chasm, the gulf of despair. And we are there, once again. We are on the edge, barely balancing as a world between normalcy and absolute chaos. And we dream of an imaginary past, beyond comprehension but on the edge of understanding.
He mentioned the establishment of the Dynasty in Carcosa, the lakes which connected Hastur, Aldebaran and the mystery of the Hyades. He spoke of Cassilda and Camilla, and sounded the cloudy depths of Demhe, and the Lake of Hali. "The scolloped tatters of the King in Yellow must hide Yhtill forever," he muttered, but I do not believe Vance heard him. Then by degrees he led Vance along the ramifications of the Imperial family, to Uoht and Thale, from Naotalba and Phantom of Truth, to Aldones, and then tossing aside his manuscript and notes, he began the wonderful story of the Last King.--Robert W. Chambers, from The King in Yellow
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