| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Second Inaugural Address by Abraham Lincoln: than let the nation survive; and the other would accept war rather
than let it perish. And the war came.
One-eighth of the whole population were colored slaves, not distributed
generally over the Union, but localized in the Southern part of it.
These slaves constituted a peculiar and powerful interest. All knew
that this interest was, somehow, the cause of the war. To strengthen,
perpetuate, and extend this interest was the object for which the
insurgents would rend the Union, even by war; while the government claimed
no right to do more than to restrict the territorial enlargement of it.
Neither party expected for the war the magnitude or the duration
which it has already attained. Neither anticipated that the cause
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Barlaam and Ioasaph by St. John of Damascus: the idols worshipped by the Chaldeans and Greeks, but further
introduced as gods brute beasts of land and water, and herbs
and trees, and were defiled in all madness and lasciviousness
worse than all people upon earth. From the beginning they
worshipped Isis, which had for her brother and husband that
Osiris which was slain by his brother Typhon. And for this
reason Isis fled with Horus her son to Byblos in Syria, seeking
Osiris and bitterly wailing, until Horus was grown up and killed
Typhon. Isis then was not able to help her own brother and
husband; nor had Osiris, who was slain by Typhon, power to
succour himself; nor had Typhon, who killed his brother and was
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from At the Mountains of Madness by H. P. Lovecraft: of loss in those unknown foothill honeycombings would be unthinkable.
The fact that we survived and emerged is sufficient proof that
the thing did take a wrong gallery whilst we providentially hit
on the right one. The penguins alone could not have saved us,
but in conjunction with the mist they seem to have done so. Only
a benign fate kept the curling vapors thick enough at the right
moment, for they were constantly shifting and threatening to vanish.
Indeed, they did lift for a second just before we emerged from
the nauseously resculptured tunnel into the cave; so that we actually
caught one first and only half glimpse of the oncoming entity
as we cast a final, desperately fearful glance backward before
At the Mountains of Madness |
