The most alien thing is sentience itself

I was reading this: http://www.techgnosis.com/lovecraft.html

Which you can also find (if the link doesn't work) in the Google cache.

Anyway, I found a line in it that struck a chord in me:

"The most alien thing is sentience itself."

Here was my immediate response to it:

In all of the universe the most unique and wistful idea is that the universe can think of itself in a multitude of ways, yet so limited that comprehension is impossible individually. It is the collective of this sentience that allows the universe to think of itself and to know itself and to question itself. And because of this sentience, it knows that it is nothing without each of its partial sentients, but also it knows that it will disregard any conclusions or thoughts of these sentients because they do not and cannot know the whole. Therefore, it is this collection that will continue until its individual sentients decide to get rid of all the other pieces in their ignorance.

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What that means I am not exactly sure, but it is dark even to me in the sense that this uniqueness of individual is all well and good but is immaterial alone and of itself. The need to feel that we are of consequence is selfish to the extreme but, not knowing any better or not in fact being able to know better, we continue on as if it really mattered.

The important thing is that we do continue for the betterment of all things with the added benefit of self-preservation.

Go me! :)

P.S. Can you tell I am in a sort of Lovecraftian mood? :)