So it turns out there are aliens. And some of them have visited Earth. Maybe they’ve even been involved in genetically engineering human beings.
… why is this driving me crazy again?
Partly you’re just dealing with cultural dissonance: At the time Lovecraft was writing, these things were not part of pop culture, so it was possible to believe that people would find their existence unsettling to their settled views of the way the world worked. The understanding of how insanity worked was also different in some key ways.
So, to a certain extent, it’s like wondering why women faint all the time in Victorian literature.
On the other hand, there’s a bit more to it in terms of the time when the “Stars Are Right”, which suggests a fundamental reordering of the laws of physical reality. The creatures of the Mythos literally belong to a universe incompatible with the universe we think we live in. To put it another way: We live in a tiny little pocket of abnormality which uniquely makes it possible for human life to exist and/or prosper. The idea that at some point the Earth will leave our zone of grace, the stars will right themselves, and our little epoch of abnormality will come to an end can be rather unsettling in a way that “there are aliens” isn’t.
But more than that: The creatures of the Mythos are a living connection to the way the universe is supposed to work… and the way the universe is supposed to work is inimical to humanity. At extreme levels it can be like trying to run COBOL programming through a C++ compiler. At lower levels it’s more like trying to run a program through a buggy emulator. It’s not just “that monster is kind of creepy”; it’s “that monster has connected my brain to a place where my brain doesn’t work right”. (This idea also works in reverse: Mythos creatures are operating in a semi-insane state within this period of abnormality. That’s why Cthulhu is lying in an induced coma… he’s trying to minimize the damage.)
But even more than that: The damage being done to your mind is actually a direct result of the mind desperately trying to rewrite itself to cope with the true nature of reality. Mythos-induced insanity? That’s not the mind breaking. That’s the mind trying to fix itself. It just looks like insanity to us because we’re all broken.
Nice…
You can have a lot of fun relating the Mythos to modern cosmology. Charles Stross has the creatures inhabiting other ‘brane’ universes where the physical laws are slightly different: in this version, our universe is fine for us, but nowhere else is. The creatures themselves often feed on entropy – or, in human terms, information such as the human personality – so another source of insanity!
Jon
I like this post in conjunction with this post.
http://bloodofprokopius.blogspot.com/2011/10/meditating-on-horror.html
Like it.
Also:
1. Main characters in a lot of Lovecraft stories have an unstable sanity by default.
2. People have a tendency to overestimate their ability to deal with mental stresses. Let’s remember that a lot of people need psychological help after events as mundane as natural disasters, terrorist attacks and wars. The dead rising from their tombs, transdimensional predators and cosmic alien deities, I assume they would take their toll on our sanity as well.
I was under the impression that women fainted all the time because the corsets were doing terrible things to their innards and made it difficult to breathe right.
I would like to share something I read elsewhere, that I think does a very good job of explaining eldritch madness:
An ant does not go mad when it comes across a circuit board. They find it strange, to them it is a landscape of bizzare angles and humming monoliths. They may be scared, but that is not madness.
Madness comes when the ant, for a moment, can see the world as a human does.
It understands that these markings are words, symbols with meanings, like a pheremone trail but infinitely more complex. It can travel unimaginable distances, to lands unlike anything it has seen before. It knows of mirth, embarrassment, love, concepts unimaginable to it until this moment, and then…
It’s an ant again.
Echoes of things it cannot comprehend swirl through its mind. It cannot make use of this knowledge, but it still remembers. How is it supposed to return to its life? The more the ant saw, the harder it is for it to forget. It needs to see again, to understand again. It will do anything to show others, to show itself, nothing else in its tiny world matters.
This is madness.