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Today's Stichomancy for Natalie Portman

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Charmides and Other Poems by Oscar Wilde:

Soon will your queen in daisy-flowered smock And crown of flower-de-luce trip down the lea, Soon will the lazy shepherds drive their flock Back to the pasture by the pool, and soon Through the green leaves will float the hum of murmuring bees at noon.

Soon will the glade be bright with bellamour, The flower which wantons love, and those sweet nuns Vale-lilies in their snowy vestiture Will tell their beaded pearls, and carnations With mitred dusky leaves will scent the wind,

The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Parmenides by Plato:

into being later, are younger than that which preceded them? And so the other things will be younger than the one, and the one older than other things?


What would you say of another question? Can the one have come into being contrary to its own nature, or is that impossible?


And yet, surely, the one was shown to have parts; and if parts, then a beginning, middle and end?


And a beginning, both of the one itself and of all other things, comes into

The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Deserted Woman by Honore de Balzac:

refuse forgiveness to those two feminine failings in her; for the lines that came out in her forehead whenever her face was not in repose, like her upward glances (that pathetic trick of manner), told unmistakably of unhappiness, of a passion that had all but cost her her life. A woman, sitting in the great, silent salon, a woman cut off from the rest of the world in this remote little valley, alone, with the memories of her brilliant, happy, and impassioned youth, of continual gaiety and homage paid on all sides, now replaced by the horrors of the void--was there not something in the sight to strike awe that deepened with reflection? Consciousness of her own value lurked in her smile. She was neither wife nor mother, she was an