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exorcism. Among the bespectacled, distracted technicians, programmers
and engineers, stands the stark and faintly terrifying figure of the
Mad Arab. The juxtaposition is incredible. What does it mean? What does
it portend?
We have not yet been able to give a computer the gift of thought. From
the most primitive, hand-held calculator to the massive consoled in
research centers around the world, all the computer can really do is
compute. People are the only machines that are capable of thought, of
creativity, of art and of love. That which sets us apart from the
computers is what draws us towards the NECRONOMICON, for it speaks to
our spirit, and speaks of dangers our spirit may face in attempting to
unleash untold, untestes cosmic forces upon our planet and ourselves.
You don't have to believe in the religion of the Sumerians in order to
work the miracles of the NECRONOMICON, for it was the magick of the
NECRONOMICON that gave spawn to the religion of Sumer. You merely have
to believe in yourself. Give yourself, that part of you that you know
is better than any machine, any space-shuttle, and computer, a chance
at succeeding where others have failed. Don't merely believe in the
NECRONOMICON. Try it. Not once, but several times. Give it a thoroughly
scientific battery of tests.
And then sit back and enjoy the show.
Good hunting.
Stoop not down, therefore,
Unto the Darkly-Splendid World,
Wherin continually lieth
A faithless Depth
And Hades wrapped in clouds,
Delighting in unintelligible Images,
Precipitous, winding,
A black, ever-rolling Abyss
Ever espousing a Body
Unluminous
Formless
And Void.
The Chaldean Oracles of Zoroaster
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