For many, our greatest fear is that we are ultimately alone with no explanation as to

why we are here, and I don't just mean in the metaphorical sense I mean literally

that the human race might exist alone as the sole sentient being in the entire universe.

In a way to counter this fear, we tell stories, so at the least we might share our experience

of the world, and in some way feel less alone.

And sometimes these stories might involve beings or entities from other realms, or even

from a time before time.

There is certainly a strange comfort in contemplating things beyond our everyday practical experiences.

To thought that there are things we don't yet know or understand, things unseen that

might speak of something more.

But I often think, what if these weren't just stories?

What if we weren't in fact alone?

Might that be altogether more terrifying?

And what if all we needed to access these unseen worlds was some kind of gateway?

Not price, why do we pay for opening it?

You're listening to unexplained, and I'm Richard McLean, Smith.

In discussing the horror writer, H.P. Lovecraft, the author, Michelle Welbeck, was struck by

his utter materialism.

To see for Lovecraft, the ultimate horror is not to be found in the psyche, his monsters

aren't manifestations of a suppressed unconscious or malicious supernatural energies.

His monsters were independently real, made of flesh and blood.

That we can't see them doesn't render them figments of the imagination.

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