| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Ancient Regime by Charles Kingsley: And so it may be with our means of locomotion and intercommunion,
and what depends on them. The vast and unprecedented amount of
capital, of social interest, of actual human intellect invested--I
may say locked up--in these railroads, and telegraphs, and other
triumphs of industry and science, will not enter into competition
against themselves. They will not set themselves free to seek new
discoveries in directions which are often actually opposed to their
own, always foreign to it. If the money of thousands are locked up
in these great works, the brains of hundreds of thousands, and of
the very shrewdest too, are equally locked up therein likewise; and
are to be subtracted from the gross material of social development,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from At the Mountains of Madness by H. P. Lovecraft: great river. The darkness of inner earth could likewise have been
no deterrent to a race accustomed to long antarctic nights.
Decadent
though their style undoubtedly was, these latest carvings had
a truly epic quality where they told of the building of the new
city in the cavern sea. The Old Ones had gone about it scientifically
- quarrying insoluble rocks from the heart of the honeycombed
mountains, and employing expert workers from the nearest submarine
city to perform the construction according to the best methods.
These workers brought with them all that was necessary to establish
the new venture - Shoggoth tissue from which to breed stone lifters
At the Mountains of Madness |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Thus Spake Zarathustra by Friedrich Nietzsche: "Yonder is the grave-island, the silent isle; yonder also are the graves of
my youth. Thither will I carry an evergreen wreath of life."
Resolving thus in my heart, did I sail o'er the sea.--
Oh, ye sights and scenes of my youth! Oh, all ye gleams of love, ye divine
fleeting gleams! How could ye perish so soon for me! I think of you to-
day as my dead ones.
From you, my dearest dead ones, cometh unto me a sweet savour, heart-
opening and melting. Verily, it convulseth and openeth the heart of the
lone seafarer.
Still am I the richest and most to be envied--I, the lonesomest one! For I
HAVE POSSESSED you, and ye possess me still. Tell me: to whom hath there
Thus Spake Zarathustra |
