On the Nature of Things Humanity Was Not Meant to Know

Attention conservation notice: A ponderous, scholastic joke, which could only hope to be amusing to those who combine a geeky enthusiasm for over-written horror stories from the early 20th century with nerdy enthusiasm for truly ancient books.

I wish to draw attention to certain parallels between De Rerum Natura, an ancient epic and didactic poem expounding a philosophy which is blasphemous according to nearly^* every religion, and the Necronomicon, a fictitious book of magic supposedly expounding a doctrine which is blasphemous according to nearly^** every religion.

The Necronomicon was, of course, invented by H. P. Lovecraft for his stories in the 1920s and 1930s. In his mythos, it was written by the mad poet "Abdul Alhazred", who died in +738 by being torn apart by invisible monsters. The book then led a twisty life through a thin succession of manuscript copies and translations, rare and almost lost. The book was, supposedly, full of the horrible, nearly indescribable, secrets of the universe: explaining how the world is an uncaring yet quite material place, in which the Earth's past and future are full of monsters, but natural monsters, how the reign of humanity is a transient episode, and the gods are in reality powerful extra-terrestrial beings, without any particular care for humanity. Reading the Necronomicon drives one mad, or at the very least the frightful knowledge it imparts permanently warps the mind. There are, supposedly, about half-a-dozen copies in existence, kept under lock and key (except when the story requires otherwise).

De Rerum Natura ("On the Nature of Things") is an entirely real book, written by the poet Titus Lucretius Carus around -55; according to legend, the poet went mad and died as a result of taking a love potion. The book thereafter led a twisty life through a thin trail of manuscript copies, and was almost lost over the course of the middle ages. The book is quite definitely full of what Lucretius thought of as the secrets of the universe (whose resistance to description is a running theme): how the entire universe is material and everything arises from the fortuitous concourse of atoms, how every phenomenon not matter how puzzling has a rational and material explanation, how there is no after-life to fear. It describes how the Earth's past was full of thoroughly-natural monsters, the reign of humanity and even the existence of the Earth is a transient episode, and how the gods are in reality powerful extra-terrestrial beings without any particular care for humanity, living (a Lovecraftian touch) in the spaces between worlds. In the centuries since its recovery, it has been retrospectively elevated into one of the great books of the Western civilization (whatever that is).

If we are to believe the latest historian of its reception, reading De Rerum Natura started out as an innocent pursuit of more elegant Latin, but ended up permanently warping the greatest minds of Renaissance Europe. The inescapable conclusion is that the Enlightenment is the result of the real-life Necronomicon, a book full of things humanity was not meant to know, using the printing revolution of early modern Europe to take over the intellectual world, until (in the words of the lesser poet) "all the earth ... flame[d] with a holocaust of ecstasy and freedom". Of course the same thing looks different from the point of view of