I don’t have to explain myself to you.

But I do so enjoy the supervillan monologue.

It has become sadly clear that if you want to do something, you have to do it alone. Anyone who offers to help is going to either be enough themselves that they will want to have their own input into it, or they’re not enough of anything to be any use at all. Design by committee or organization by consensus is fine, as long as no one cares about the result.

The ecological and social consequences of Calling Up What We Could Not Put Down are becoming clearer by the day. Them Beneath will not be so easily rejected. Unless you are over 40, the science fiction of your youth did not promise you a gleaming airstream futropolis. You were promised a grimy dystopia ruled by zaibatsu. You will not get a jetpack.

Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic. Black science is just like black magic, but with more emphasis on repeatability. Some consider machine art to be unpretentious because of its engagement with working class technologies, and the aesthetic that results from not adding anything to the machine that it does not need to function. Occultechnologies are not like that. The computer you are reading this on has binary code in it that you are unauthorized to change or understand. Things appear to do what you want, but under the hood they are full of incomprehensible symbolic content. Things are against us.

Adapt ontologies of horror and control, amplify them, and turn them on bystanders. Anyone caught calling it the “Arse Goaty” will be kicked out (but  bought beers, later, after the show). What is not understood is feared. What is new is not understood. Show people something new (or just new to them) and they will feel fear. Esoterrorism is the development of hidden things, to strike awe and fear into people, and maybe break their shells.

There is nothing in the Chapel of Extreme Experience that you did not bring with you.

That doesn’t mean it’s safe.