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I will first say that I just barely watch what I say - and that by totally unearthly I don't mean Kalatulu - who's a parody on Earth-life - I mean the Black, formless ''presences'' beyond Time-space's curve - which have been for Vigintillions of Cold, Black Eternities before Gods ever dreamed of Building The Earth of The Void - or Mankind of The Mud.
Are you a Biologist?
Well, I fancy myself too Idle and Untrained to say what I am...
But if there's is One set of things I'm familiar with - It's Lovecraft's fiction.
The Subject of that fiction I don't fancy anyone knows well - being that It's of all that is Unfamiliar.
or what-all you wish to call it.
The point is - That the whole purpose of The Lovecraftian Milieu is not to aim for The ''Supernatural'', ''Magickal,'' or '' Daemoniacal,''
but rather to Create Horror which Calls up The form of Humanity's most Intrinsic, Instinctive, Fears.
Horrors so Horrid and terrible to know, that even just a hint, a thought, or a slight image is maddening, and Mind-shattering to behold for a Sensitive, scholarly sort - who can put the WHOLE Image of the Nightmare together.
It's The Type of Horror which should ''sear The Soul'' so to speak.
The Whole point is to elevate Horror-fiction beyond Placid tales of Ghosts and Daemon-possession - To make Horror into High Art.
a Full-blown Cult Practice, with its own Followers, And Its Own Gods. Its own Indifferent, Uncaring, Malignantly Soulless Gods.
Cthulhu, at least, is a more Jovial, Happy-go-lucky sort of Lovekraft - albeit towards Murder, Gluttony, and Sin unfettered - That's why The Chinese Language name for Good ol' Tulululu is ''Xie-shen'' -
[This will break from The Tenor I'm working at here - but I should Thank you for your time. ]