Space: The Primal & Feared (Visions Of The Late L.J. Fathomsworth) # 9

“For all the terrors that lurk in the shadows of our imagination, perhaps the greatest fear is that of being truly alone. When I was a child, I stared into the night sky wondering why such a bleak, desolate, and starless vista stretched out before me. The unmistakable stench of nihilism clung to my every conjecture. It wasn’t until years later that I realized living near a paper mill accounted for both the low night-time visibility, and the odor.”

Actual photo of a screen-saver.

“The vast, unbounded eye of the universe is ever vigilant and unblinking. If we were to see what it saw, our petty squabbles over territory, religion, and ideology would abruptly cease. The bitter struggle for superiority between Ionic and Covalent Bonds, however, would most likely continue apace.”

My, what beautiful… eye you have.

“The ‘psychedelic movement’ sprang forth from mind-altering substances and a generation of music, culture, and activism. The tragedy of Tie-Die, on the other hand, can be credited to the nefarious Nebulas dangling their wares throughout the malls of the multi-verse.”

Thanks. For. Nothing.

“Anyone can look into the void, but very few see it for what it is… The contents reveal the container, as an overeager conversationalist might reveal the sovereignty of silence… Or a hackneyed writer reveals the significance of his rival.”

Forecast: nebulas with a chance of horror.

“We dwell within the shadows of knowledge, fumbling about, looking for the truth without knowing if we want to hear it. In essence, all the accumulated wisdom of mankind was discovered by stubbing our toes on the sharp corners of reality. Every proclamation of profundity can be translated as, ‘Ouch!!!'”

I can see my house from up here!

“The speed at which our home-world spins through the darkness surrounding us is staggering. Which is why it’s so confounding that we should all be so slow.”

“There’s no Earthly way of knowing, which direction we are going…”

“But of all the terrors that populate our ever-expanding universe, there is one that chills me to the core more than all others and that is our preoccupation with ourselves. This is what I hope to convey through my one-thousand and nine page auto-biography containing hundreds of photographs and reflections on my life.”

Intergalactic Selfie…

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Space: The Primal & Feared (Visions Of The Late L.J. Fathomsworth) # 8

“Somewhere between the here and the now, between the cosmos–both inner and outer–there is an ill defined stretch of road connecting the how and the why…”

Are we there yet?

“If suddenly we were to see the universe with a universal eye, would we not recognize planets, solar systems, galaxies, and the like, as the many cells of one organism? And might not this organism be, as we ourselves are, a total slacker?”

Get a job!

“Oh, the madness of the multitudes! Each pin-prick of light piercing the night sky vying for an orbit worthy of remembrance! So alike are we, the stars above and the would-be stars of pop-culture, each desperately trying to outshine the other!

Finally famous.

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Space: The Primal & Feared (Visions Of The Late L.J. Fathomsworth) # 7

“Tumbling ever further into the void, we pass beyond the threshold of ourselves into an expansive, indefinable womb of dread, where all nightmares are born…”

Sandra Bullock was great in this.

“What sun or moon will rise on the foreign worlds of our darkest fears? Will we sunbathe underneath the bright-star of our abhorrence, developing a tan of terror?”

“Houston, we have a problem.”

“Every concrete expression of existence is a portal in time, transporting us to the ends of the known universe. There, at the eternal horizon, we are all alone, and yet we hear a voice saying, ‘I think I can see my house from here.'”

No place like home…

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Space The Primal & Feared (Visions Of The Late L.J. Fathomsworth) # 6

“Man’s ability to think and question, while invaluable, pales in comparison to the Cosmos’ ability to question the value of thinking.”

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These instagram filters are getting out of control!

“In the eyes of every new born child there is a vast universe of wonder, but in their minds: the knowledge of the Ancient Cosmic Ones, not yet forgotten, spins in their thoughts like the galaxies themselves.”

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This is what babies are trying to tell you.

“The blanket of darkness that covers the bed of our fears is held at bay by the nightlight of the sky. But, as with every bedroom, the universe is replete with unlit closets, their doors ajar…” Continue reading

Space: The Primal & Feared (Visions Of The Late L.J. Fathomsworth) # 5

“If a human being were to suddenly comprehend the entirety of the universe’s fearsome secrets… The vista–as infinite and mysterious as the night’s sky itself–would surely reduce our mind’s remaining gray-matter to jelly.”


Mind not yet blown…


Mind now blown.

“When asked by colleagues and students, ‘do you believe in extraterrestrial life?’ I simply respond, ‘yes.’ What I don’t say aloud is, ‘and your nightmares are evidence of the psychic ripples created by their presence, billions of years ago.'”


Field of Dreams. Terrible, horrible dreams.

“If the void is infinite, then within a field of infinity, the probability of life existing elsewhere is likewise infinite; Infinite heads and infinite tails, if you will…” Continue reading

Space: The Primal & Feared (Visions Of The Late L.J. Fathomsworth) # 4

“With the dawn of every day, there is a sigh of relief… bittersweet, though it may be. For with that dawn comes another night when the veil is lifted, and the void is illumined…”


Such beautiful horror…

“When I was you a young boy, I too wished upon a falling star. I wished that it would not crush my life away.”


One wish… Make it count.

“For there are as many possibilities for disaster as there are colors in the rainbow… Or stars in the sky.”


Accident waiting to happen…

“But let us not forget the phantasmagoric phantasm that hangs in the ether; its head one thousand leagues of space dust; its tongue of anti-matter lashing the stars…” Continue reading

Space: The Primal & Feared (Visions Of The Late L.J. Fathomsworth) # 3

“We are under a sort of collective hypnosis. A social contract of denial and deception, insisting that our world is large, solid, and NOT spinning madly through the dark night of space…”


“If time and space are truly infinite, then as well as endless the Universe must be beginning-less… Oh, Cosmos! What secrets do you keep beneath your cloak of horrific wonder?!”


“Like a great hand extending its fingers to pick the nose of neurotic curiosity, you span endless distances of measureless amounts of… distance.” Continue reading