| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath by H. P. Lovecraft: space toward the cold blue glare of boreal Vega; looking but once
behind him at the clustered and chaotic turrets of the onyx nightmare
wherein still glowed the lone lurid light of that window above
the air and the clouds of earth's dreamland. Great polypous horrors
slid darkly past, and unseen bat wings beat multitudinous around
him, but still he clung to the unwholesome mane of that loathly
and hippocephalic scaled bird. The stars danced mockingly, almost
shifting now and then to form pale signs of doom that one might
wonder one had not seen and feared before; and ever the winds
of nether howled of vague blackness and loneliness beyond the
cosmos.
The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Scenes from a Courtesan's Life by Honore de Balzac: Jacques Collin.
"Excuse me, Justice must first take its course. Monsieur Camusot has
instructions to seize your aunt."
"He will never find her," said Jacques Collin.
"Search is to be made at the Temple, in the shop of a demoiselle
Paccard who superintends her shop."
"Nothing will be found there but rags, costumes, diamonds,
uniforms---- However, it will be as well to check Monsieur Camusot's
zeal."
Monsieur de Granville rang, and sent an office messenger to desire
Monsieur Camusot to come and speak with him.
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Venus and Adonis by William Shakespeare: Poor queen of love, in thine own law forlorn,
To love a cheek that smiles at thee in scorn! 252
Now which way shall she turn? what shall she say?
Her words are done, her woes the more increasing;
The time is spent, her object will away,
And from her twining arms doth urge releasing: 256
'Pity,' she cries; 'some favour, some remorse!'
Away he springs, and hasteth to his horse.
But lo! from forth a copse that neighbours by,
A breeding jennet, lusty, young, and proud, 260
Adonis' tramping courier doth espy,
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