Alan Moore

"I looked at the Rorschach blot. I tried to pretend it looked like a spreading tree, shadows pooled beneath it, but it didn’t. It looked more like a dead cat I once found, the fat, glistening grubs writhing blindly, squirming over each other, frantically tunneling away from the light. But even that is avoiding the real ... horror. The horror is this: In the end, it is simply a picture of empty meaningless blackness. We are alone. There is nothing else."
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