| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Rescue by Joseph Conrad: in the massive blackness of the further shore. Jorgenson noted
things quickly, cursorily, perfunctorily, as phenomena unrelated
to his own apparitional existence of a visiting ghost. They were
but passages in the game of men who were still playing at life.
He knew too well how much that game was worth to be concerned
about its course. He had given up the habit of thinking for so
long that the sudden resumption of it irked him exceedingly,
especially as he had to think on toward a conclusion. In that
world of eternal oblivion, of which he had tasted before Lingard
made him step back into the life of men, all things were settled
once for all. He was irritated by his own perplexity which was
The Rescue |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Perfect Wagnerite: A Commentary on the Niblung's Ring by George Bernard Shaw: Wanderer, and which has taken the form, at once fanciful and
symbolic, of a delirious dread of light, he asks Siegfried
whether he has never, whilst wandering in the forest, had his
heart set hammering in frantic dread by the mysterious lights of
the gloaming. To this, Siegfried, greatly astonished, replies
that on such occasions his heart is altogether healthy and his
sensations perfectly normal Here Mimmy's question is accompanied
by the tremulous sounding of the fire theme with its harmonies
most oppressively disturbed and troubled; whereas with
Siegfried's reply they become quite clear and straightforward,
making the theme sound bold, brilliant, and serene. This is a
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Thus Spake Zarathustra by Friedrich Nietzsche: step forth out of thy cave! All things want to be thy physicians!
Did perhaps a new knowledge come to thee, a bitter, grievous knowledge?
Like leavened dough layest thou, thy soul arose and swelled beyond all its
bounds.--"
--O mine animals, answered Zarathustra, talk on thus and let me listen! It
refresheth me so to hear your talk: where there is talk, there is the
world as a garden unto me.
How charming it is that there are words and tones; are not words and tones
rainbows and seeming bridges 'twixt the eternally separated?
To each soul belongeth another world; to each soul is every other soul a
back-world.
Thus Spake Zarathustra |
