We use our mortal bodies to carry our conjectures about the supreme existence, and eventually fall into indescribable madness. This is nothing but self-deception.
Ensiyi opened his eyes in the mud of R'lyeh, his body had been eaten away by the flesh and blood of Cthulhu, and only his soul was left to control the body of God. Uncovering the buried taboos; he wants to break free from the shackles of low dimensions and witness the destruction of divine civilization; he wants to cross the universe and touch the outline of the outer gods until he stands in the indescribable chaotic flow.
In this abyss, can his soul and consciousness not be assimilated by destruction? And all struggles are just insignificant ripples in the infinite chaos.
