The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from At the Mountains of Madness by H. P. Lovecraft:|
tried to swear that none had been bred on this planet, and that
only drugged dreamers had even conceived them. Formless protoplasm
able to mock and reflect all forms and organs and processes -
viscous agglutinations of bubbling cells - rubbery fifteen-foot
spheroids infinitely plastic and ductile - slaves of suggestion,
builders of cities - more and more sullen, more and more intelligent,
more and more amphibious, more and more imitative! Great God!
What madness made even those blasphemous Old Ones willing to use
and carve such things?
And now, when Danforth and I saw the
freshly glistening and reflectively iridescent black slime which
At the Mountains of Madness