You Cannot Grasp The True Form: Averted in the general case, mostly because the things of which You Cannot Grasp The True Form are also things of which you cannot sense the true form either. The process of grafting the senses you need into your brain obviously includes the grafting in the parsing routines you need to use said senses, including, if need be, however much vastening is required to use said routines, and so, by the time you’ve been made capable of sensing the true form, you can generally make a fairly decent job of grasping it.
Understanding is still not guaranteed, however.
Also a problem come devastening time, or if you end up as a severed part of a former greater mind, because it really sucks when you can’t comprehend your own memories.
Go Mad From The Revelation: Fortunately, it is theorized, just about everything that truly falls into this category requires considerable mind-expanding (i.e., technological vastening) in order to comprehend the revelation, which same expansion protects you from being driven mad by it. And when you unplug from the vastening equipment, well, then blessed stupidity descends once more and prevents you from successfully recalling your understanding of the hypothetically mind-blasting thing.
(You may, however, still suffer some adverse effects from the godshatter, if you’re not used to that kind of thing.)
Among the comforting things about living in the Transcend are that when divine commands are issued, first, you can be confident that they’re being issued by something with actual qualifications for the role, rather than externalized mental agents, brain dysfunctions, or particularly effective entheogens. And second, if you ask, you can usually get an explanation as to just why doing this particular thing is so important.
The difficulty, of course, is that having had a divine answer placed in your head is all very well for you, but so far as everyone else is concerned, a sense of surety backed up by something which you are confident you could explain if you could invent a new language, some creative mathematics, and perhaps some necessary cognitive surgery – but otherwise can’t – is functionally indistinguishable from taking something on pure faith.
Which is problematic when dealing with people who don’t understand the modern meaning of dei volunt.
– introduction to “What the Fire Said”,
Korris Serannis-ith-Sandre, acquiescent of Dírasán