Womb of Concrete

Technology and architecture are the bulwarks mankind has thrown up against the terrifying mysteries of the elder night. Tall stone and steel limit and box in men’s thoughts while the electric hum of artificial light helps us forget the black abyss that is only barely marred by the cold, distant stars. The concrete womb humans have wrapped themselves in, however, is protection only in ignorance, though protection it remains. Fear, psychosis, and violence pave the ill-trod path of knowledge and the great, seething mass of willful sanity is preserved only by unquestioning eyes and dulled minds.

Do not mistake protection for immunity, my friend. That which is unseen is rarely unfelt forever, and things besides men look in on society with envious eyes and unfed mouths.