> каким же должно быть его бытие?

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...Old Castro remembered bits of hideous legend that paled the
speculations of theosophists and made man and the world seem
recent and transient indeed. There had been aeons when other
Things ruled on the earth, and They had had great cities. Remains
of Them, he said the deathless Chinamen had told him, were still be
found as Cyclopean stones on islands in the Pacific. They all died
vast epochs of time before men came, but there were arts which
could revive Them when the stars had come round again to the right
positions in the cycle of eternity. They had, indeed, come
themselves from the stars, and brought Their images with Them.

These Great Old Ones, Castro continued, were not composed
altogether of flesh and blood. They had shape - for did not this
star-fashioned image prove it? - but that shape was not made of
matter. When the stars were right, They could plunge from world to
world through the sky; but when the stars were wrong, They could
not live. But although They no longer lived, They would never
really die. They all lay in stone houses in Their great city of R'lyeh,
preserved by the spells of mighty Cthulhu for a glorious surrection
when the stars and the earth might once more be ready for Them.
But at that time some force from outside must serve to liberate Their
bodies. The spells that preserved them intact likewise prevented
Them from making an initial move, and They could only lie awake
in the dark and think whilst uncounted millions of years rolled by.
They knew all that was occurring in the universe, for Their mode of
speech was transmitted thought. Even now They talked in Their
tombs. When, after infinities of chaos, the first men came, the Great
Old Ones spoke to the sensitive among them by moulding their
dreams; for only thus could Their language reach the fleshly minds
of mammals.

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