“That is not dead which can eternal lie,

and with strange aeons even death may die.” H. P. Lovecraft, The Nameless City

I’m going to go a little imaginative here, cosmically so.

I would say the only uncertain term here is ‘lie’ which I believe is a tense of ‘lay’ as in sleeps, but not quite sleeps, but the position one takes with one’s respite.

Of course he could be speaking of the fact that anyone who is a liar, immeasurably so, has the potential to live forever. This too is an interesting take on the situation.

Once ‘lie’ is established as the supine position, then the rest of the quote takes on an interesting consequence. “With strange aeons even death may die.” Now I imagine that many people will suppose that at the end of all life is death, and thereafter is the end of death itself. I wonder, however, if it’s not a hail Mary to immortality. One’s death became dead. And lo the cosmic consequence of this premise.

So to circle back, how does one remain in the supine position, and yet escaping death in these strange times?

I think of Dreaming.

Supine, asleep, and living countless aeons in the realms of the Dream, perhaps here is a place where death may be abeyed.

And yet what are dreams?

Are there potentials for integration within one’s daily awakening? Are dreams the key to immortal life?

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