Sublime

“When the angel of death approaches you, he is horrific; when he reaches you it is bliss.” —The Thousand and One Nights

And, on the other hand, you got people like Ligur and Hastur, who took such a dark delight in unpleasantness you might even have mistaken them for human.

purloined,

The Call of Cthulhu,

“Humans are almost always lonely.

Death runs like radioactive iodine through your sense of reality, allowing this reality to be looked at in high contrast, its structures glowing.

I am at a loss to describe the sensations that affected me. I am not fearful of shadows. The tales of apparitions and enchantments did not possess that power over my belief which could even render them interesting. I saw nothing in them but ignorance and folly, and was a stranger even to that terror which is pleasing. But this incident was differen