The Conspiracy Against the Human Race: A Contrivance of Horror

by Thomas Ligotti

Behind the scenes of life there is something pernicious that makes a nightmare of our world.

The eternal silence of these infinite spaces fills me with dread”

the morbid man keeps putting his time on earth to no good use, until in the end—amidst mad winds, wan moonlight, and pasty specters—he uses his exactly like everyone else uses theirs: all up.

Nothing could be more unhealthy than to “watch one’s health” as a means of stalling death.

Any kind of existence is useless. Nothing is self-justifying.

If truth is what you seek, then the examined life will only take you on a long ride to the limits of solitude and leave you by the side of the road with your truth and nothing else.

“The purpose of human life has been revealed. The vastness created these human circuitries in order to have an experience of itself out of itself that it couldn’t have without them.”

In the right surroundings our entire being is made of eyes that dilate to witness the haunting of the universe.