I Am Providence

That is the ultimate allure of Lovecraftian fiction. All the ratiocination the human mind could muster; all the piecing together of disparate documentation from ship captains, from academics, from harried witnesses; the collections of artifacts and ancient codices; even the revelation of ancient cities and alien speciaes; none of it mattered, ultimately. No matter what was discovered through application of logic and reason, it wouldn`t be enough to forestall doom. Cthulhu`s eventual rise and the utter destruction of humanity — as an epiphenomenon of some machinations we couldn`t possibly comprehend — wasn`t a threat, it was a promise. Like Judgement Day without the Christians, the apocalypse without salvation. No hint of an afterlife either. Lovecraft was a materialist.

"I often sit on a bench down by the river and people-watch, or ride the buses all day. I`ve learned something from my observations. I have learned, Ms. Danzig, how people live in the world. How they adapt to a universe so black and infinite that their minds cannot correlate the contents of it. Do you know what they do?" Colleen said, "Why don`t you just tell me." "They lie," Phantasia said. "To themselves. Or maybe 'lie' isn`t quite the right word. They simplify. <...> They see a world too immense to understand, and shrink it so that they can understand it."