This mundus tenebrosus, this shaddowy world of Mankind, is sunk into Night; there is not a Field without its Spirits, nor a City without its Daemons, and the Lunaticks speak Prophesies while the Wise men fall into the Pitte.
“Industrial mankind can be likened to… irresponsible tenants in a rented house. …We’ve been burning up the furniture, woodwork and food supplies to keep the place warm because we’ve been too irresponsible and lazy to figure out how to work the central heating.”
Henry King Stanford