The unknown, I was saying, is obviously always terrifying, but the horrific, that which truly petrifies our organs, is what we halfway understand: it’s close enough that we should comprehend it, but nevertheless, we can’t. I’ll explain: when you don’t understand something, you always have the hope of understanding it in the future. But what do you do when something that’s been in front of you all along suddenly reveals itself as unrecognizable and impenetrable? The horrendous, I mean, is not the unknown, but that which simply cannot be known.
