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 there is nothing wrong with us. Higher powers, be they benevolent or wicked, represent to the self-centered mind an unacceptable loss of sovereignty. To be reminded of our limitations is dated and out of fashion.
And so monstrous acts are perpetrated. They are committed in the pursuit of knowledge. They are justified for the sake of survival and the common good. They are set forth as the enforcement of justice or regarded as the rightful expressions of autonomy and freedom. But they are monstrous nonetheless.
Nature both entices and defies human mastery. It eludes understanding and definition. Our intolerance of mystery leads us into deeper confusion. Our insistence on simplicity is confounded by the complex. We are trapped in paradox. Our struggle with nature is a struggle against ourselves, and we are hopelessly over-matched.
Monsters do exist. They are endemic to every society, every culture throughout history. They are enshrined in folklore and religion, debunked in scientific literature. They attain mythical status. Their behavior is considered capricious and therefore contradictory to the established and immutable laws of the natural order. That they might behave consistently or that we periodically revise those very laws troubles not our logic, and a significant characteristic of monsters therefore eludes our grasp. Hidden from us by our own presumptions, they sporadically converge in time and space to bring themselves into physical existence.