| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Voyage to Arcturus by David Lindsay: mainland; but how, it is not related."
Tydomin shuddered. "You too have met your wicked woman, Spadevil;
but your method is a nobler one."
"Don't pity other women," said Spadevil, "but love the right. Hator
also once conversed with Shaping."
"With the Maker of the World?" said Maskull thoughtfully.
"With the Maker of Pleasure. It is told how Shaping defended his
world, and tried to force Hator to acknowledge loveliness and joy.
But Hator, answering all his marvellous speeches in a few concise,
iron words, showed how this joy and beauty was but another name for
the bestiality of souls wallowing in luxury and sloth. Shaping
|
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from United States Declaration of Independence: absolute rule into these Colonies:
For taking away our Charters, abolishing our most valuable Laws,
and altering fundamentally the Forms of our Governments:
For suspending our own Legislatures, and declaring themselves
invested with Power to legislate for us in all cases whatsoever.
He has abdicated Government here, by declaring us out of his Protection
and waging War against us.
He has plundered our seas, ravaged our Coasts, burnt our towns,
and destroyed the lives of our people.
He is at this time transporting large armies of foreign mercenaries
to compleat the works of death, desolation and tyranny, already begun
 United States Declaration of Independence |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Lost Continent by Edgar Rice Burroughs: out the surrounding darkness. My escort carried long, heavy
spears. These they kept ever pointed toward the beast of
prey, and I learned from snatches of the conversation I
overheard that occasionally there might be a lion who would
brave even the terrors of fire to leap in upon human prey.
It was for such that the spears were always couched.
But nothing of the sort occurred during this hideous death
march, and with the first pale heralding of dawn we reached
our goal--an open place in the midst of a tangled wildwood.
Here rose in crumbling grandeur the first evidences I had
seen of the ancient civilization which once had graced fair
 Lost Continent |