The Secret Intelligibility of Lovecraft

 The Lovecraftian abyss is surprisingly comprehensible. Or rather, being as it's a structure of self-delusion, the comprehensibility is only surprising to Lovecraft and other participants. They deliberately hide it from themselves.

 This mythological cosmos is a truth, which is the abyss of madness, and a bubble-thin tissue of lies on top. Humans are finger-puppets, and their true nature is the colossal abyssal horrors upon whose finger-tips the costume sits. 

 The horrors abhor their own nature. They desperately wish to be angels, even if this change would reduce them. Would maim them catastrophically. They wear angel finger-puppets and desperately pretend to themselves that the costumes are the reality.

 The lies are fragile. If you method act hard enough, you can try this yourself. Put yourself in the mindset of someone different, who lives in a different world, with a different society. The tiniest perturbation pops the bubble. 

 When the veil is pierced, the human remembers what it truly is. The mortal has an immortal soul, yes, but the nature of that soul is far, far from what it prefers to believe. This knowledge, the knowledge it already knows but was strenuously trying to ignore, shreds the fabric of the puppet. 

 The human is not driven insane by the knowledge, the insanity is remembered. It is merely uncovered. Merely revealed. Lovecraftian anamnesis.

 

 Consider a preta, a hungry ghost. In Lovecraft, rather than being weedy, mean, and small, the hunger is epic, transcendent. Majestic, if perhaps only in scope. Profound, the hunger encompasses all possible complexities and elaborations of hunger. For example, the abyss and the abyssals are dark because they hunger for light. This is a Lovecraftian abyssal, and this is the true nature of his humans. 

 In this cosmos, true angels exist, as do the transcendent divines who created them. This is where the abyssals learned of the idea in the first place. However, apart from their inspirational role, they don't matter. The abyssals can't be like them. They can't go anywhere near them.