首先说明阿撒托斯的破格之处，这里完全证明了阿撒托斯“万物之主”、“魔神之首”所具有的唯一性的水份
阿撒托斯作为万物之主，竟然被自己的下属奈亚轻蔑地敲头，这已经能否定了阿撒托斯的身份所带给他自己的含金量

值得一提，洛老的心里极可能更偏向犹格，因为犹格充满了各种哲学色彩，在神性上同样更宽广，下面我来解释

先从旧印中说起，旧印这东西在洛老笔下也许是用于祈祷或辟邪的，比如在《梦寻秘境卡达斯》里卡特向一对农舍的夫妻打听消息，农舍的夫妻就用旧印给卡特指明了方向
《穿越银匙之门》中，说明了黑暗中的邪恶之物和与旧印对立的邪恶都是不如太古永生者阴险恐怖
想想，旧印为卡特指引方向，那么有什么是在与卡特作对的？那就是奈亚，《梦寻秘境卡达斯》里奈亚和他的下属多次对卡特下手，虽然都失败了，但也证明了奈亚和卡特的对立
洛老笔下的阿撒托斯和奈亚以及蕃神都是被描述为“黑暗、邪恶”的，所以太古永生者的地位可能比阿撒托斯的宫殿和蕃神们都高，当然是不可能与阿撒托斯比

《穿越银匙之门》原文：
“指引者并没有与那些上古者一同进入睡眠，它似乎仍然在用某种细微而无声的方式给出更多的指引。很明显，它正在将那些它希望上古者们梦到的画面植入它们的头脑。卡特知道，当一个上古者勾勒出规定的想法后，一幅他用自己俗世肉眼也能看见的图景的某个核心部分就能诞生。当所有上古者的梦境达到统一后，整幅图景就会出现，而他所需要的一切都将通过集中和浓缩被赋予有形形体。他在地球上曾见过类似的事情——那是在印度，一群围成一圈的专家通过联合和投射意志将一个想法转变成为触摸得到的有形物质，而在古老的阿特兰特也有类似的事情发生过，不过却极少有人胆敢提及。”
以下图中是英文原文，occur和materialize的意思已经能证明上古者的梦是真正意义上的成为现实
这比只能赋予宇宙法则的蕃神更拥有强力的表现，含金量不是一个级别的

上古者能创造宇宙的证据，《穿越银匙之门》原文（如图）
同时也证明了犹格是世界观的原型

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洛夫克拉夫特也明显的写过家谱，虽然是玩笑性质的，但也是有，尤格索托斯显然更受青睐，但阿萨托斯也是构思许久，我想两者的关系显然是变化的，都有在他者之上的理由。

Out in the mindless void the daemon bore me,
Past the bright clusters of dimensioned space,
Till neither time nor matter stretched before me,
But only Chaos, without form or place.
Here the vast Lord of All in darkness muttered
Things he had dreamed but could not understand,
While near him shapeless bat-things flopped and fluttered
In idiot vortices that ray-streams fanned.
They danced insanely to the high, thin whining
Of a cracked flute clutched in a monstrous paw,
Whence flow the aimless waves whose chance combining

Screamingly sentient, dumbly delirious, only the gods that were can tell. A sickened, sensitive shadow writhing in hands that are not hands, and whirled blindly past ghastly midnights of rotting creation, corpses of dead worlds with sores that were cities, charnel winds that brush the pallid stars and make them flicker low. Beyond the worlds vague ghosts of monstrous things; half-seen columns of unsanctified temples that rest on nameless rocks beneath space and reach up to dizzy vacua above the spheres of light and darkness. And through this revolting graveyard of the universe the muffled, maddening beating of drums, and thin, monotonous whine of blasphemous flutes from inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond Time; the detestable pounding and piping whereunto dance slowly, awkwardly, and absurdly the gigantic, tenebrous ultimate gods—the blind, voiceless, mindless gargoyles whose soul is Nyarlathotep.

The passage through the vague abysses would be frightful, for the Walpurgis-rhythm would be vibrating, and at last he would have to hear that hitherto veiled cosmic pulsing which he so mortally dreaded. Even now he could detect a low, monstrous shaking whose tempo he suspected all too well. At Sabbat-time it always mounted and reached through to the worlds to summon the initiate to nameless rites. Half the chants of the Sabbat were patterned on this faintly overheard pulsing which no earthly ear could endure in its unveiled spatial fulness. Gilman wondered, too, whether he could trust his instinct to take him back to the right part of space. How could he be sure he would not land on that green-litten hillside of a far planet, on the tessellated terrace above the city of tentacled monsters somewhere beyond the galaxy, or in the spiral black vortices of that ultimate void of Chaos wherein reigns the mindless daemon-sultan Azathoth?

The screaming twilight abysses flashed before him, and he felt himself helpless in the formless grasp of the iridescent bubble-congeries. Ahead raced the small, kaleidoscopic polyhedron, and all through the churning void there was a heightening and acceleration of the vague tonal pattern which seemed to foreshadow some unutterable and unendurable climax. He seemed to know what was coming—the monstrous burst of Walpurgis-rhythm in whose cosmic timbre would be concentrated all the primal, ultimate space-time seethings which lie behind the massed spheres of matter and sometimes break forth in measured reverberations that penetrate faintly to every layer of entity and give hideous significance throughout the worlds to certain dreaded periods.
But all this vanished in a second. He was again in the cramped, violet-litten peaked space with the slanting floor, the low cases of ancient books, the bench and table, the queer objects, and the triangular gulf at one side. On the table lay a small white figure—an infant boy, unclothed and unconscious—while on the other side stood the monstrous, leering old woman with a gleaming, grotesque-hafted knife in her right hand, and a queerly proportioned pale metal bowl covered with curiously chased designs and having delicate lateral handles in her left. She was intoning some croaking ritual in a language which Gilman could not understand, but which seemed like something guardedly quoted in the Necronomicon.

连外神们掌握的是什么都能搁这说废话也是好玩的，az王庭被直接描述为终极之神们起舞的最终虚空，一切的核心，从中传出的音符抵达现实的每一个层级，在混沌中赋予秩序从洛氏自述哲学的时候也已经说了是创世，到你们嘴里反倒是对有序的时空角度进行改变这种程度就相等了