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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Phibes" data-source="post: 1252965" data-attributes="member: 15339">The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the deadly light into the peace and safety of a new dark age. -- H. P. Lovecraft The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown--H.P. Lovecraft  Field Museum of Natural History, ChicagoThursday October 6th, 1926   <img src="http://memory.loc.gov/ndlpcoop/ichicdn/n0524/n052479.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />  It was early October and the icy wind outside cuts like a knife. The Field Museum is packed today. Several bus loads of eager wide-eyed school children roamed the exhibits like flocks of noisy birds. Harried teachers try to keep the groups together and moving while keeping an eye out for stragglers. Daniels, an elderly guard leaned against a pillar and watched the children pass. His hand unconsciously reached up and stroked his bushy white mustache as he thought about how the day might go. Most likely spent chasing down lost children he thought.  A young blonde headed boy with a red runny nose walked up and stares at Daniels. "Mister, what’s down there?" The boy points down the roped off hallway that leads to the new American Indian exhibit that would be opening in a few weeks. Daniels looked first down the hallway where Mr. Warren the painter could be seen working on a fresco and then back to the boy. "Sorry son, but that area is under construction. You had better hurry along, your class is headed to the Dinosaur Exhibit." With that the boy lets out a squeal of glee and ran after his group.  Down the stairway to his left, Daniels sees Professor Green holding a brown paper bag with a dark stain on the bottom. Professor Green was a good egg but for the life of him Daniels couldn't understand how the Professor could work with all those weird things like a two headed snake or a three legged pig. It was like working in a freak show. It just creeped him out to think about it. Looking down at his watch, Daneils remembered that Professor Green usually had lunch with his friend Mr. Warren about this time every day. The closed exhibit was a good enough place as any to have a few minutes of quiet to enjoy lunch.  Professor Green walked up to Daniels with a smile........</blockquote>

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