| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Shadow out of Time by H. P. Lovecraft: terrain toward the north and northeast.
Around the first week
in July I developed an unaccountable set of mixed emotions about
that general northeasterly region. There was horror, and there
was curiosity - but more than that, there was a persistent and
perplexing illusion of memory.
I tried all sorts of psychological
expedients to get these notions out of my head, but met with no
success. Sleeplessness also gained upon me, but I almost welcomed
this because of the resultant shortening of my dream-periods.
I acquired the habit of taking long, lone walks in the desert
Shadow out of Time |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from King James Bible: and upon his sons, and upon the garments of his sons with him: and he
shall be hallowed, and his garments, and his sons, and his sons'
garments with him.
EXO 29:22 Also thou shalt take of the ram the fat and the rump, and the
fat that covereth the inwards, and the caul above the liver, and the two
kidneys, and the fat that is upon them, and the right shoulder; for it
is a ram of consecration:
EXO 29:23 And one loaf of bread, and one cake of oiled bread, and one
wafer out of the basket of the unleavened bread that is before the LORD:
EXO 29:24 And thou shalt put all in the hands of Aaron, and in the
hands of his sons; and shalt wave them for a wave offering before the
King James Bible |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Youth by Joseph Conrad: ing herself loose, and leaked badly--not enough to
drown us at once, but enough to kill us with the work at
the pumps. And while we pumped the ship was going
from us piecemeal: the bulwarks went, the stanchions
were torn out, the ventilators smashed, the cabin-door
burst in. There was not a dry spot in the ship. She was
being gutted bit by bit. The long-boat changed, as if
by magic, into matchwood where she stood in her gripes.
I had lashed her myself, and was rather proud of my
handiwork, which had withstood so long the malice of
the sea. And we pumped. And there was no break in
Youth |
