Lovecraft spoke of the “blind idiot god Azathoth, Lord of All Things.” But is this not a reversal of the reality of our situation? Are we not blind idiot children stumbling around in sensory darkness, bumping into the hideous things of Lord Azathoth? Are we not separated by a veil of signs and sensation from the horrid reality we can only imagine? Can we not feel the tendrils of senseless, slithery things? Do we not feel the senseless horde of dancers flopping about us? Everything in our experience is mediated – by body and brain, symbol and language. The reality beyond these is dark to us. But can you not feel it brushing up against you, my blind idiot brothers and sisters? Does it not give you the urge to scream eternally?