| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from At the Mountains of Madness by H. P. Lovecraft: by any beings. The mad author of the Necronomicon had nervously
tried to swear that none had been bred on this planet, and that
only drugged dreamers had even conceived them. Formless protoplasm
able to mock and reflect all forms and organs and processes -
viscous agglutinations of bubbling cells - rubbery fifteen-foot
spheroids infinitely plastic and ductile - slaves of suggestion,
builders of cities - more and more sullen, more and more intelligent,
more and more amphibious, more and more imitative! Great God!
What madness made even those blasphemous Old Ones willing to use
and carve such things?
And now, when Danforth and I saw the
 At the Mountains of Madness |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Confessio Amantis by John Gower: That thei to him obeien alle;
Withouten him, what so befalle, 110
Her myht is non, and he mai al:
The god was evere and evere schal,
And thei begonne of his assent;
The times alle be present
To god, to hem and alle unknowe,
Bot what him liketh that thei knowe:
Thus bothe an angel and a man,
The whiche of al that god began
Be chief, obeien goddes myht,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Vicar of Tours by Honore de Balzac: bird of prey hovers and swoops above a field-mouse before pouncing
down upon it and devouring it. She had long since laid a plan which
the poor dumbfounded priest was quite incapable of imagining, and
which she now proceeded to unfold with that genius for little things
often shown by solitary persons, whose souls, incapable of feeling the
grandeur of true piety, fling themselves into the details of outward
devotion.
The petty nature of his troubles prevented Birotteau, always effusive
and liking to be pitied and consoled, from enjoying the soothing
pleasure of taking his friends into his confidence,--a last but cruel
aggravation of his misery. The little amount of tact which he derived
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