Lovecraft's Dissatisfaction

I've been reading more about Lovecraft's life and how he dabbled in amatuer astronomy. His letters show an interest in science and he's published a few books and magazines about the stars. All this is to say that he sounds melacholy when he's writing about the unknown. "The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown" as quoted by the man himself. There is this frustration in his words, a desire to understand and yet being unable to put the piece together. To quote Lovecraft again "The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind ot correlate alll its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowlege will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therin, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee the light inot the peace and safety of a new dark age." He's not wrong. Even almost a hundred years after his death we still know so little. This is the age of AI when computers do the mountainous thinking our collective minds are incapable of working. Lovecraft rarely spoke of technology, it wasn't until the fifties and sixties that the fear of man being replaced by machine became a popular theme. But as we grow as a species we discover things in the universe that astonish and frighten us. Years after his death, we know that our solar system is but a blip in the galaxy. A galaxy hurtling towards this great attraction that will cause us to collide with the Andromeda galaxy. That's hundreds of thousands of years away but with the exception of a meteor or alien intervention, it seems that our planet's fate lies in destruction. Of course, the media loves to play off the doom and gloom that science reveals. We could all die tomorrow due to an unseen meteor clipping the moon. Or, if Junji Ito is to be believed, a new planet named Remina could devour us the way a child eats a jawbreaker. It feels as if the more we know the more there is to be afraid of. And in Lovecraft's letters and collected notes, I find a man who seems dissappointed with the current system of measurements. As if he is painfully aware of our limitations. Computers were, if at all, a mere concept in Lovecraft's time. And it's not a lack of progress that seems to be what's ailing Lovecraft but a commentary on how we are unable to see the whole picture. It's like were working on a puzzle that stretches across the state of Ohio and we can only work on it piece by piece. Of course, we will never have enough time to finish it and we have to leave it up to the next person to work on it. But they have to stop and take time to figure out what we were working on before they can begin and by that time, they're training the next person in line to replace themselves. It's likely a Biblical issue as well. Lovecraft has mentioned that the Bible was a source of inspirtation. Ecclesiasties mentions that trying to grasp the meaning of life is like trying to grab smoke. It's almost nothingness that we reach out for. And there lies Lovecraft's dissatisfaction with life: the knowledge that he lacks the comprehension to make sense of all the pain he's experienced and the struggle to find purpose in life.