I have always been passionate about books and horror literature. My love for books began when I was a kid and couldn’t read yet.
I remember flipping through the mini-comics that came with the Master of Universe action figures. I couldn’t read yet but I could make up stories from the pictures. Later, while still a child, I started reading the weekly Mickey Mouse comics. I remember entire summers spent reading the comics of Mickey Mouse, Pluto, Gaston, Donald Duck and Uncle Scrooge.
But it was the monthly Dylan Dog comics that introduced me to the horror genre for the first time. In my time, superhero comics were not marketed in Italy, or rather they were not as popular as they are today. The most widely read comic in Italy at that time was Dylan Dog. Dylan Dog with its stories of zombies, ghosts and other monsters was an adult comic because it was imbued with melancholy and a very dark and pessimistic philosophy. Definitely, my predilection for the horror genre was born from reading this comic.
“IT” literally changed my young mind; it was a coming-age stunning reading. For the first time, I was aware of the power of writing. I was literally inside the mind of the characters and I could feel their sentiments. It was an impactful book.
Books have always been my passion, and horror literature has been my refuge. It has made me look at the world differently and has opened my mind to new perspectives. I’m grateful for having found it, and for having been able to grow and develop my love for it.
As a young reader, I was enthralled by the works of H.P. Lovecraft, particularly his short story, “The Call of Cthulhu”. I had no idea as to what I was getting myself into when I first read it, and it was only when I delved further into his vast body of work that I came to understand the scope of his vision and the philosophy of Cosmicism that underlies it.
Lovecraft’s Cosmicism is an understanding of the universe in which mankind is insignificant and powerless in the face of the vast and unknowable forces of the cosmos. He believed that the universe exists beyond human comprehension, and that any attempt to understand it would inevitably end in madness.
The idea that humanity is small and insignificant in the face of a greater cosmic power has been a source of comfort in times of distress. When confronted with the enormity of life’s problems, it is easy to feel overwhelmed, but knowing that the universe is far bigger than any single individual has been a reminder to stay humble and strive to appreciate the beauty of the world around us.
I have also come to understand that the universe is far greater than any single person can comprehend and that the best we can do is try to appreciate the beauty of what we can see.
The concept of Cosmicism has had an immense influence on me.
Still today, to me, Cosmicism is the idea that humans are insignificant in the grand scheme of the universe, and that our attempts to comprehend it are futile. This concept has made me think deeply about my place in the world and how I should live my life. It has helped me to appreciate the beauty of the unknown and to accept that some things are simply out of our control. It has also given me a greater appreciation for the power of nature and the interconnectedness of all things.
In short, Cosmicism has had a profound impact on me, and I am grateful for the lessons it has taught me.