In relating the circumstances which have led to my confinement within this refuge for the demented, I am aware that my present position will create a natural doubt of the authenticity of my narrative. It is an unfortunate fact that the bulk of humanity is too limited in its mental vision to weigh with patience and intelligence those isolated phenomena, seen and felt only by a psychologically sensitive few, which lie outside its common experience. Men of broader intellect know that there is no sharp distinction betwixt the real and the unreal; that all things appear as they do only by virtue of the delicate individual physical and mental media through which we are made conscious of them; but the prosaic materialism of the majority condemns as madness the flashes of super-sight which penetrate the common veil of obvious empiricism.
-H.P. Lovecraft (The Tomb, 1917)
Often it is the mad who have the clearest vision of what lies in the shadows. It would behoove the aspiring adept to listen, to read their words, and to contemplate the truths mixed within their incoherent ramblings. Although broken in mind and form, they have value and can serves as a looking glass to peer into worlds and realities that lie beyond the veil of rational thought and thinking. Some can serve as a lantern of sorts to cast feeble light onto the dark and twisted Left Hand Path… not all though.