The Ultimate Gate and Ultimate Void

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The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath

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The priests Nasht and Kaman-Thah describe the Ultimate Void as a place "no dreams reach" to Randolph Carter, who later repeats this description in his narration while one of Nyarlathotep's Hunting Horrors is flying him to the Ultimate Void. This depiction is consistent with how Hypnos, but not his friend, could penetrate the last obstacle separating the Dreamlands from the Ultimate Void, even though the latter had attained a similar nature to him during their voyages in the Dreamlands.

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“In light slumber he descended the seventy steps to the cavern of flame and talked of this design to the bearded priests Nasht and Kaman-Thah. And the priests shook their pshent-bearing heads and vowed it would be the death of his soul. They pointed out that the Great Ones had shewn already their wish, and that it is not agreeable to them to be harassed by insistent pleas. They reminded him, too, that not only had no man ever been to unknown Kadath, but no man had ever suspected in what part of space it may lie; whether it be in the dreamlands around our world, or in those surrounding some unguessed companion of Fomalhaut or Aldebaran. If in our dreamland, it might conceivably be reached; but only three fully human souls since time began had ever crossed and recrossed the black impious gulfs to other dreamlands, and of that three two had come back quite mad. There were, in such voyages, incalculable local dangers; as well as that shocking final peril which gibbers unmentionably outside the ordered universe, where no dreams reach; that last amorphous blight of nethermost confusion which blasphemes and bubbles at the centre of all infinity—the boundless daemon-sultan Azathoth, whose name no lips dare speak aloud, and who gnaws hungrily in inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond time amidst the muffled, maddening beating of vile drums and the thin, monotonous whine of accursed flutes; to which detestable pounding and piping dance slowly, awkwardly, and absurdly the gigantic ultimate gods, the blind, voiceless, tenebrous, mindless Other Gods whose soul and messenger is the crawling chaos Nyarlathotep.”

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“Faster flew the shantak, and lower bent the rider, drunk with the marvels of strange gulfs, and whirling in the crystal coils of outer magic. Then came too late the warning of the evil one, the sardonic caution of the daemon legate who had bidden the seeker beware the madness of that song. Only to taunt had Nyarlathotep marked out the way to safety and the marvellous sunset city; only to mock had that black messenger revealed the secret of those truant gods whose steps he could so easily lead back at will. For madness and the void’s wild vengeance are Nyarlathotep’s only gifts to the presumptuous; and frantick though the rider strove to turn his disgusting steed, that leering, tittering shantak coursed on impetuous and relentless, flapping its great slippery wings in malignant joy, and headed for those unhallowed pits whither no dreams reach; that last amorphous blight of nethermost confusion where bubbles and blasphemes at infinity’s centre the mindless daemon-sultan Azathoth, whose name no lips dare speak aloud.”

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The Whisperer in Darkness

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In a letter to Albert N. Wilmarth, a literature instructor at Miskatonic University in Arkham, Massachusetts and an amateur student of New England folklore, Henry Wentworth Akeley describes the Ultimate Void as "strangely organised abysses" beyond human imagination and a "genuine" infinity that their space-time is a mere atom within.

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“Their main immediate abode is a still undiscovered and almost lightless planet at the very edge of our solar system—beyond Neptune, and the ninth in distance from the sun. It is, as we have inferred, the object mystically hinted at as “Yuggoth” in certain ancient and forbidden writings; and it will soon be the scene of a strange focussing of thought upon our world in an effort to facilitate mental rapport. I would not be surprised if astronomers became sufficiently sensitive to these thought-currents to discover Yuggoth when the Outer Ones wish them to do so. But Yuggoth, of course, is only the stepping-stone. The main body of the beings inhabits strangely organised abysses wholly beyond the utmost reach of any human imagination. The space-time globule which we recognise as the totality of all cosmic entity is only an atom in the genuine infinity which is theirs. And as much of this infinity as any human brain can hold is eventually to be opened up to me, as it has been to not more than fifty other men since the human race has existed.”

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Wilmarth contemplates the contents of Akeley's letters in his narration, bringing up the "ultimate" infinity the latter mentioned.

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“I have said that there were things in some of Akeley’s letters—especially the second and most voluminous one—which I would not dare to quote or even form into words on paper. This hesitancy applies with still greater force to the things I heard whispered that evening in the darkened room among the lonely haunted hills. Of the extent of the cosmic horrors unfolded by that raucous voice I cannot even hint. He had known hideous things before, but what he had learned since making his pact with the Outside Things was almost too much for sanity to bear. Even now I absolutely refuse to believe what he implied about the constitution of ultimate infinity, the juxtaposition of dimensions, and the frightful position of our known cosmos of space and time in the unending chain of linked cosmos-atoms which makes up the immediate super-cosmos of curves, angles, and material and semi-material electronic organisation.”

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The Dreams in the Witch House

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While bathing and dressing, Walter Gilman reflects on the Ultimate Void as an "ultimate blackness" containing ethereal vortices obeying laws foreign to the physics and math of any conceivable cosmos, which is consistent with this realm being unreachable to the Dreamlands, the infinite transcendent hierarchy of "sentient" blackness that this "ultimate" blackness would logically surpass. His narration must refer to the Ultimate Void because, besides the second half of this paragraph's second sentence implicitly describing it, the last two sentences directly discuss the entities inhabiting it.

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“As he bathed and changed clothes he tried to recall what he had dreamed after the scene in the violet-litten space, but nothing definite would crystallise in his mind. That scene itself must have corresponded to the sealed loft overhead, which had begun to attack his imagination so violently, but later impressions were faint and hazy. There were suggestions of the vague, twilight abysses, and of still vaster, blacker abysses beyond them—abysses in which all fixed suggestions of form were absent. He had been taken there by the bubble-congeries and the little polyhedron which always dogged him; but they, like himself, had changed to wisps of milky, barely luminous mist in this farther void of ultimate blackness. Something else had gone on ahead—a larger wisp which now and then condensed into nameless approximations of form—and he thought that their progress had not been in a straight line, but rather along the alien curves and spirals of some ethereal vortex which obeyed laws unknown to the physics and mathematics of any conceivable cosmos. Eventually there had been a hint of vast, leaping shadows, of a monstrous, half-acoustic pulsing, and of the thin, monotonous piping of an unseen flute—but that was all. Gilman decided he had picked up that last conception from what he had read in the Necronomicon about the mindless entity Azathoth, which rules all time and space from a curiously environed black throne at the centre of Chaos.”

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Tiering

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The Ultimate Void is High 1-A because it exists unreachably beyond the Dreamlands, a hierarchy of "limitless vacua" and "endless voids" of pure dreams, deepening conceptions of infinity, and sentient blackness, as an unimaginable void of "genuine" and "ultimate" infinity that holds the local space-time as an atom within itself and an "ultimate blackness" an expert mathematician considers beyond any conceivable cosmos's physics and mathematics, reinforcing its inaccessible nature.

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Additional Information

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As a side note, Fungi from Yuggoth describes the Ultimate Void as the "chaos" beyond dimensioned space, time, matter, form, and place; The Dreams in the Witch House and The Haunter of the Dark describe it as "ultimate" "chaos" in corroboration.

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“Out in the mindless void the daemon bore me,

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Past the bright clusters of dimensioned space,

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Till neither time nor matter stretched before me,

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But only Chaos, without form or place.

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Here the vast Lord of All in darkness muttered

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Things he had dreamed but could not understand,

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While near him shapeless bat-things flopped and fluttered

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In idiot vortices that ray-streams fanned.”

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“As he bathed and changed clothes he tried to recall what he had dreamed after the scene in the violet-litten space, but nothing definite would crystallise in his mind. That scene itself must have corresponded to the sealed loft overhead, which had begun to attack his imagination so violently, but later impressions were faint and hazy. There were suggestions of the vague, twilight abysses, and of still vaster, blacker abysses beyond them—abysses in which all fixed suggestions of form were absent. He had been taken there by the bubble-congeries and the little polyhedron which always dogged him; but they, like himself, had changed to wisps of milky, barely luminous mist in this farther void of ultimate blackness. Something else had gone on ahead—a larger wisp which now and then condensed into nameless approximations of form—and he thought that their progress had not been in a straight line, but rather along the alien curves and spirals of some ethereal vortex which obeyed laws unknown to the physics and mathematics of any conceivable cosmos. Eventually there had been a hint of vast, leaping shadows, of a monstrous, half-acoustic pulsing, and of the thin, monotonous piping of an unseen flute—but that was all. Gilman decided he had picked up that last conception from what he had read in the Necronomicon about the mindless entity Azathoth, which rules all time and space from a curiously environed black throne at the centre of Chaos.”

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“The passage through the vague abysses would be frightful, for the Walpurgis-rhythm would be vibrating, and at last he would have to hear that hitherto veiled cosmic pulsing which he so mortally dreaded. Even now he could detect a low, monstrous shaking whose tempo he suspected all too well. At Sabbat-time it always mounted and reached through to the worlds to summon the initiate to nameless rites. Half the chants of the Sabbat were patterned on this faintly overheard pulsing which no earthly ear could endure in its unveiled spatial fulness. Gilman wondered, too, whether he could trust his instinct to take him back to the right part of space. How could he be sure he would not land on that green-litten hillside of a far planet, on the tessellated terrace above the city of tentacled monsters somewhere beyond the galaxy, or in the spiral black vortices of that ultimate void of Chaos wherein reigns the mindless daemon-sultan Azathoth?”

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“Once his groping hands encountered a pillar of stone with a vacant top, whilst later he found himself clutching the rungs of a ladder built into the wall, and fumbling his uncertain way upward toward some region of intenser stench where a hot, searing blast beat down against him. Before his eyes a kaleidoscopic range of phantasmal images played, all of them dissolving at intervals into the picture of a vast, unplumbed abyss of night wherein whirled suns and worlds of an even profounder blackness. He thought of the ancient legends of Ultimate Chaos, at whose centre sprawls the blind idiot god Azathoth, Lord of All Things, encircled by his flopping horde of mindless and amorphous dancers, and lulled by the thin monotonous piping of a daemoniac flute held in nameless paws.”

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The Veil, Ultimate Mystery, and Supreme Archetype

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Through the Gates of the Silver Key

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After Randolph Carter reaches the Ultimate Void, he discovers he has infinite incarnations across space and time as a plethora of different beings, driving him to "supreme horror" at his loss of identity. Carter confusedly tries to single out his original self from the others, doubting if the distinction even exists. While contemplating this "nadir" of horror, Carter suddenly gets "hurled" to a "still more profound" external horror that simultaneously surrounds him in the Ultimate Void, permeates his being, and pervades all of time and space. Despite seeing nothing, Carter finds this encompassing force and concept unprecedentedly petrifying, even compared to the previous horror, which this one makes him forget. He realizes this "awful wonder" is the limitless "All-in-One and One-in-All" existing beyond individual space-times as the animating essence that outreaches imagination and mathematics in its "whole unbounded sweep" that subsumes all of reality. Carter identifies the presence as what "Yog-Sothoth" was to cults from Earth, what the "Beyond-One" was to the crustaceans of Yuggoth, and what the spiral nebulae represented with an untranslatable Sign. However, he almost immediately realizes that all these conceptions are merely "slight and fractional" reductions of this entity before him.

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“And then, suddenly, he felt a greater terror than that which any of the Forms could give—a terror from which he could not flee because it was connected with himself. Even the First Gateway had taken something of stability from him, leaving him uncertain about his bodily form and about his relationship to the mistily defined objects around him, but it had not disturbed his sense of unity. He had still been Randolph Carter, a fixed point in the dimensional seething. Now, beyond the Ultimate Gateway, he realised in a moment of consuming fright that he was not one person, but many persons.

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He was in many places at the same time. On earth, on October 7, 1883, a little boy named Randolph Carter was leaving the Snake-Den in the hushed evening light and running down the rocky slope and through the twisted-boughed orchard toward his Uncle Christopher’s house in the hills beyond Arkham—yet at that same moment, which was also somehow in the earthly year of 1928, a vague shadow not less Randolph Carter was sitting on a pedestal among the Ancient Ones in earth’s trans-dimensional extension. Here, too, was a third Randolph Carter in the unknown and formless cosmic abyss beyond the Ultimate Gate. And elsewhere, in a chaos of scenes whose infinite multiplicity and monstrous diversity brought him close to the brink of madness, were a limitless confusion of beings which he knew were as much himself as the local manifestation now beyond the Ultimate Gate.

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There were “Carters” in settings belonging to every known and suspected age of earth’s history, and to remoter ages of earthly entity transcending knowledge, suspicion, and credibility. “Carters” of forms both human and non-human, vertebrate and invertebrate, conscious and mindless, animal and vegetable. And more, there were “Carters” having nothing in common with earthly life, but moving outrageously amidst backgrounds of other planets and systems and galaxies and cosmic continua. Spores of eternal life drifting from world to world, universe to universe, yet all equally himself. Some of the glimpses recalled dreams—both faint and vivid, single and persistent—which he had had through the long years since he first began to dream, and a few possessed a haunting, fascinating, and almost horrible familiarity which no earthly logic could explain.

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Faced with this realisation, Randolph Carter reeled in the clutch of supreme horror—horror such as had not been hinted even at the climax of that hideous night when two had ventured into an ancient and abhorred necropolis under a waning moon and only one had emerged. No death, no doom, no anguish can arouse the surpassing despair which flows from a loss of identity. Merging with nothingness is peaceful oblivion; but to be aware of existence and yet to know that one is no longer a definite being distinguished from other beings—that one no longer has a self—that is the nameless summit of agony and dread.

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He knew that there had been a Randolph Carter of Boston, yet could not be sure whether he—the fragment or facet of an earthly entity beyond the Ultimate Gate—had been that one or some other. His self had been annihilated; and yet he—if indeed there could, in view of that utter nullity of individual existence, be such a thing as he—was equally aware of being in some inconceivable way a legion of selves. It was as though his body had been suddenly transformed into one of those many-limbed and many-headed effigies sculptured in Indian temples, and he contemplated the aggregation in a bewildered attempt to discern which was the original and which the additions—if indeed (supremely monstrous thought) there were any original as distinguished from other embodiments.

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Then, in the midst of these devastating reflections, Carter’s beyond-the-gate fragment was hurled from what had seemed the nadir of horror to black, clutching pits of a horror still more profound. This time it was largely external—a force or personality which at once confronted and surrounded and pervaded him, and which in addition to its local presence, seemed also to be a part of himself, and likewise to be coexistent with all time and coterminous with all space. There was no visual image, yet the sense of entity and the awful concept of combined localism, identity, and infinity lent a paralysing terror beyond anything which any Carter-fragment had hitherto deemed capable of existing.

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In the face of that awful wonder, the quasi-Carter forgot the horror of destroyed individuality. It was an All-in-One and One-in-All of limitless being and self—not merely a thing of one Space-Time continuum, but allied to the ultimate animating essence of existence’s whole unbounded sweep—the last, utter sweep which has no confines and which outreaches fancy and mathematics alike. It was perhaps that which certain secret cults of earth have whispered of as YOG-SOTHOTH, and which has been a deity under other names; that which the crustaceans of Yuggoth worship as the Beyond-One, and which the vaporous brains of the spiral nebulae know by an untranslatable Sign—yet in a flash the Carter-facet realised how slight and fractional all these conceptions are.”

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Yog-Sothoth brings up a "last and inmost"/"last and first" of secrets Carter wishes to discover, naming it the Ultimate Mystery and revealing it exists beyond "all scenes and dreams"/the Veil mentioned in the Necronomicon, thus identifying the Veil as a barrier at least comparable to the previous gates in relative scope, meaning the gap between the things it separates, the Ultimate Void and Ultimate Mystery, is at least as great relative to the planes in question as the difference between the greater multiverse and Outer Extension with the First Gate and the Outer Extension and Ultimate Void with the Ultimate Gate.

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““Randolph Carter,” IT seemed to say, “MY manifestations on your planet’s extension, the Ancient Ones, have sent you as one who would lately have returned to small lands of dream which he had lost, yet who with greater freedom has risen to greater and nobler desires and curiosities. You wished to sail up golden Oukranos, to search out forgotten ivory cities in orchid-heavy Kled, and to reign on the opal throne of Ilek-Vad, whose fabulous towers and numberless domes rise mighty toward a single red star in a firmament alien to your earth and to all matter. Now, with the passing of two Gates, you wish loftier things. You would not flee like a child from a scene disliked to a dream beloved, but would plunge like a man into that last and inmost of secrets which lies behind all scenes and dreams.

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“What you wish, I have found good; and I am ready to grant that which I have granted eleven times only to beings of your planet—five times only to those you call men, or those resembling them. I am ready to shew you the Ultimate Mystery, to look on which is to blast a feeble spirit. Yet before you gaze full at that last and first of secrets you may still wield a free choice, and return if you will through the two Gates with the Veil still unrent before your eyes.””

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After experiencing the Ultimate Mystery and learning its secrets, Carter reflects on it as a "final cosmic reality" that contradicts and makes unreal all "local" and "partial" perspectives and conceptions.

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“These revelations came with a godlike solemnity which left Carter unable to doubt. Even though they lay almost beyond his comprehension, he felt that they must be true in the light of that final cosmic reality which belies all local perspectives and narrow partial views; and he was familiar enough with profound speculations to be free from the bondage of local and partial conceptions. Had his whole quest not been based upon a faith in the unreality of the local and partial?”

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Yog-Sothoth explains to Carter that the residents of the Ultimate Void, otherwise known as the Ultimate Gods, are formless and ineffable "archetypes" only rare dreamers from lower-dimensioned worlds conjecture about. Yog-Sothoth is chief among them, known as the Supreme Archetype, which Carter learns is also his archetype, his and his forbears' fervor for forbidden cosmic enigmas coming from existing as derivatives of it, as all worlds' great wizards, thinkers, and artists are facets of it.

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“The archetypes, throbbed the waves, are the people of the ultimate abyss—formless, ineffable, and guessed at only by rare dreamers on the low-dimensioned worlds. Chief among such was this informing BEING itself . . . which indeed was Carter’s own archetype. The glutless zeal of Carter and all his forbears for forbidden cosmic secrets was a natural result of derivation from the SUPREME ARCHETYPE. On every world all great wizards, all great thinkers, all great artists, are facets of IT.”

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Tiering

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The Ultimate Mystery and Supreme Archetype are baseline Tier 0 because the Ultimate Mystery exists "behind all scenes and dreams" as the "final cosmic reality" transcending all local and partial perceptions, hidden behind the Veil, a barrier at least comparable in relative scope to the First Gate and Ultimate Gate, which separates it from the Ultimate Void, a "genuine" and "ultimate" infinity this secret nevertheless transcends by at least as much as the latter eclipses the infinite-but-still-limited lower realms, and the Supreme Archetype scales to the Ultimate Mystery's rating because it exists as an all-encompassing, limitless oneness of essence animating all existence in an "unbounded sweep" that would logically include the Ultimate Mystery, reinforced by how Yog-Sothoth's "awful wonder" made Randolph Carter forget the "supreme horror" of the Ultimate Void, corroborating the Supreme Archetype's similarly immense superiority over the latter.