H. P. Lovecraft: Where Imagination Leads

One Christmas not so long ago my oldest daughter gave me two books; a New King James Bible and The Complete Fiction of H.P. Lovecraft.

It’s not every day that you get such a delicious slice of the ideological spectrum plunked down in front of you in such concentrated form.  I haven’t dug deep enough to know specifically how Lovecraft regarded the Bible but his disdain for “the bland God of the Baptists,” organized religion and meddlesome religionists seeking to inflict their holy torment upon the world at large is well known.

Not that I looked at my Christmas presents as cosmic combatants.  I was happy with the Bible because it’s my favorite book for all the reasons you would expect from an evangelical Christian as well as a few you might not.  I especially like the King James even without thee and thou.  And Lovecraft is one of my favorite writers.  But the contrast is hard to miss, especially in these excruciatingly polarized times.

One of the tools in the kit of atheists and agnostics is the observation that the sheer scale of existence argues against a personal God capable or desirous of engaging in any kind of relationship with the inconceivably small, insignificant thing known as Man.  It is arrogant, the argument goes, to believe that humanity is in any way special enough to attract the attention of a being even marginally superior, much less as grand as the omnipotent God of the Bible.  Lovecraft’s horror and fantasy give eloquent expression to this view, eloquent being the operative word.  As any devoted reader knows Lovecraft’s outlook was primarily poetic.  Like any writer preoccupied with churning out enough material to pay the bills he sometimes resorted to formula but his best work remains unmatched for clarity and audacity of vision, originality of concept and poetic imagination.  While his universe may be devoid of meaning in a religious sense it is nevertheless a terrifying and beautiful place, inspiring exactly the kind of awe one might expect from a tiny thing contemplating a mysterious, limitless thing.

The cosmos may be indifferent but Lovecraft was not, his well known protestations to the contrary notwithstanding.  Indifferent people don’t stay awake at night thinking their way through the Cthulhu mythos or contemplating non-Euclidean geometry.  They don’t devote themselves to writing these things down for others to read and leave them as a continually unraveling legacy.  Lovecraft never believed himself to be small or insignificant.  He was unique.  He saw things differently.  His thoughts mattered enough to merit the extremely hard work of writing and publication.  In other words, he recognized that something significant transcended his own material existence.

That something significant can’t be explained away by materialistic philosophy no matter how much that philosophy may bend its own rules to accommodate observed reality.  It can’t be shown to arise from chemical reactions or quantum interactions.  Strict materialism can’t explain the very real connection between a middle aged, 21st century conservative Christian and a visionary atheist whose explicit disdain for the faith of said Christian is well documented.  Nor can it explain how such a connection could even be established across the abyss of time and death, barriers far more formidable than mere parsecs of expanding space.

At this point the practically minded reader may say, “Um, writing, yo.  Remember that?  Information encoded in little marks to be decoded later on.  Like you’re doing now.  That’s how we cross time and culture and all that stuff.”

Thank you for making my point.  Scribbles of ink and arrangements of pixels are exactly as meaningless as Lovecraft’s universe.  When arranged by materialistically explainable humans they are merely a step along a trail of Lovecraft style indifferent forces.  And yet we all take it for granted that they somehow transmit the critical intangibles that distinguish us from the rest of the material world, things like knowledge, wisdom, passion, imaginative creation, love, hope and so on.

They do that because that’s what we created them to do.  No scientific investigation of a blob of ink can possibly reveal its purpose or function if conducted in isolation from the beings that determined its purpose in the first place.  They, the created things do not contain meaning in and of themselves; we, the creators do.  The truth about them can only be found outside the objects themselves.  We created writing and invested it with meaning for the purpose of establishing relationships between the separate members of our kind.  My distance from Lovecraft and the scale of our separation are no barriers at all.

What about the significant something being communicated?  What was the man on about and why should anybody care?

I’ve already mentioned his poetic outlook.  I’m a sucker for the acknowledgement of mystery and the skill of certain writers to evoke genuine wonder and awe.  At his best Lovecraft was supreme in this regard.  I don’t want to take up space with examples; look him up and read them yourself.

His preeminence as a master of horror belies the fact that none of his creations are supernatural in any conventional sense.  While many function outside our frame of reference they still exist within an all-encompassing materialistic cosmology.  This makes them more terrifying than beings originating in a separate, “spiritual” realm.  I don’t know if this approach is unique but it is ingenious, compelling and above all, imaginative.

Finally, while his characters almost inevitably get smacked down by the indifferent universe the point is often tragedy rather than the bland nihilism of post modernism.  His characters are often obsessive, never passive.  They are after something.  When they don’t get it and instead get something typically Lovecraftian our reaction registers high on an emotional scale, usually at the horror end.  We don’t throw up our hands and say, “Well, that’s the universe for you.  What’re ya gonna do?”  Personally, I think there’s a great deal of autobiography, probably more than the author himself might admit.

There is one more thing to consider.  Nothing the man wrote was true.  There is no elder race or high priest named Cthulhu.  There is no Miskatonic University or Necronomicon.  No Kadath.  No Celephais.  He made it all up out of thin air.

But we all see it, don’t we?  We all experience the extraordinary thing he imagined, both in common terms and in our own individual way.  We all recoil or identify, shudder at What the Moon Brings, feel the wind aboard The White Ship, wonder at the mystery of The Strange High House in the Mist.  Lovecraft created a thing like nothing else, stuffed it full of human stuff and articulated it in such a way that his unique, imaginative creation resonates and replicates in the imaginations of an ever growing pool of readers.  Nothing in the known world can accomplish this but human consciousness.  Nothing but the human mind can even conceptualize creativity and imagination, much less engage them as naturally as breathing.  And there is nothing in the natural world to suggest that such a capacity does or can arise from the indifferent physical interactions of material substances.  It is a reflection of a divine capacity, possessed only by beings made in the image of the Creator.

Lovecraft was blissfully unaware that the very act of imaginative creation at which he excelled is one of the strongest evidences of the existence of the God he denied.

Oh yeah; that scale thing?  Don’t sweat it.  Serious people remember that God is by definition omniscient (he knows everything) omnipresent (present in all space, all time and all eternity beyond space and time; even in your living room) and omnipotent (he can do anything he darn well pleases.)  Scale is meaningless to such a being; kind is what matters.  He states explicitly that he has made us in his image, like him in certain key aspects for the purpose of relating to him.

I learned that in Sunday school when I was around six or seven.  Subsequent discovery of quasars and exoplanets have not diminished God or moved him to another neighborhood.  They have not dislodged my conviction that the universe is a glorious creation, constructed and set in motion by a glorious Being.  They have merely expanded our awareness of places for him to go about his divine business doing the things that continually demonstrate his power and creativity.  You know, just like my other Christmas present says.

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14 Responses to H. P. Lovecraft: Where Imagination Leads

  1. Wally Fry says:

    That was just awesome. Although I had never heard the argument you wrote about..that if God existed why would He worry with us. Just like the rest of the nonsensical “God doesn’t exist, but if He did…….”arguments. But his attributes would destroy the argument, wouldn’t they?

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  2. Well said. Thanks, I really enjoyed reading it.

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  3. “The cosmos may be indifferent but Lovecraft was not”

    So your argument boils down to the defense made 75 years ago by C.S. Lewis that:

    “there is nothing in the natural world to suggest that such a capacity [for human consciousness] does or can arise from the indifferent physical interactions of material substances.”

    Since then cognitive scientists and evolutionary biologists have proposed numerous possible explanations for how consciousness evolved. Following Occam’s Razor I will leave it up to you to decide whether the simplest explanation is an evolutionary one, or one which requires a belief in a “divine capacity, possessed only by beings made in the image of the Creator.”

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    • lang3063 says:

      History is littered with proposals. Regarding Occam, to my knowledge there is still no materialistic hypothesis bridging the gap between absolutely nothing and absolutely everything. There isn’t even a serious assumption to consider. Once that hurdle is cleared the road from post big bang energy/matter mass to human consciousness is long and cratered with giant gaps in knowledge and apparent contradictions. Many of these will certainly be resolved as science progresses but at the moment speculation makes up an uncomfortable amount of the godless creation story.

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  4. madblog says:

    “No scientific investigation of a blob of ink can possibly reveal its purpose or function if conducted in isolation from the beings that determined its purpose in the first place. They, the created things do not contain meaning in and of themselves; we, the creators do. The truth about them can only be found outside the objects themselves.” Brilliant point!
    As we become able to see the complexity and intelligence further out and further in, in the vast expanse of Creation and in the micro micro smallest of particles of Creation, we tend to have one of two responses. “See? There’s no god, we are insignificant, the universe is meaningless”; or acknowledgement and worship of the Creator responsible. Which one is the rational?

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  5. madblog says:

    Reblogged this on Messages from the Mythical and commented:
    I love this.

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  6. thetruthisstrangerthanfiction says:

    I just came across this today… What a great topic. I agree with a lot of what you have to say about the Truth of God and the Bible of course, but I’m not so sure I agree with the idea that everything Lovecraft wrote about came strictly from his own wild imagination….

    I haven’t carved out any substantial theories as to where/how at this point, but I do feel fairly convinced that somehow or another, he was exposed to these concepts/creatures in a very real and disturbing way. The more you learn about the various nooks and crannies of occultism, the more you find that people into all of that have a major affinity for Lovecraft. I even heard ex-occultist Bill Schnoebelen say that Lovecraft’s writings so perfectly described realms/creatures he encountered while doing ritual magic, he simply couldn’t believe that it was all just a coincidence. Maybe Lovecraft chose to set his monsters in the materialistic universe instead of alternate, spiritual realms, but that doesn’t mean that the inspiration for them doesn’t necessarily come from there…

    Real or not, lots of folks today believe in things like “elder races” and grimoires like the “Necronomicon”. Overall I basically see Lovecraft being used as a type of “gateway drug” for the esoteric nowadays, whether that was actually the author’s intention or not…

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    • lang3063 says:

      Even wild imaginations need to be fed. Lovecraft read a lot and built upon ideas he found in literature and mythology. A friend of mine pointed out a lot of parallels with gnostic cosmology. And just because he didn’t necessarily believe in demons doesn’t mean they didn’t believe in him…

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      • thetruthisstrangerthanfiction says:

        Well put! I have noticed those similarities as well, (after all, all didache demonoia wind up teaching some of “gnostic cosmology” in the end…)

        The bottom line is that Lovecraft is probably more popular now than ever. Saw a whole end-of-the-aisle display featuring his books at Barnes and Noble not long ago. Overall, it’s just amazing to me how the more I learn about gnostic/theosophical teachings (the occult) the more I come to believe that virtually everything we find today in the “sci fi” genre, existed FIRST in the belief systems of people being taught by demons, prior to the 19th/20th centuries. Sci fiction books/movies only popularized these ancient concepts.

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  7. Andrew says:

    Lovecraft was an interesting guy. I read a lot of his stuff at an impressionable age…

    https://connecthook.wordpress.com/2012/09/30/im-lovin-his-craft/

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