We live among monsters. Some are invisible, agitating that lower part of ourselves to distort the ways in which we think. Others move in human guise but remain unaware of their strings and the hidden fingers which pull them. Then there are those that inhabit the recesses of fearful imagination – ever growing, ever proliferating.
Of this most of us remain smugly unaware, for there are few who are willing to believe the unthinkable about ourselves and our universe. It is only natural to cling to the familiar, to require of it the illusion that we are safe and that ther...