| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Life of the Spider by J. Henri Fabre: trouble.
Would we make her acquaintance? On the rocky slopes in the
oliveland, scorched and blistered by the sun, turn over the flat
stones, those of a fair size; search, above all, the piles which
the shepherds set up for a seat whence to watch the sheep browsing
amongst the lavender below. Do not be too easily disheartened:
the Clotho is rare; not every spot suits her. If fortune smile at
last upon our perseverance, we shall see, clinging to the lower
surface of the stone which we have lifted, an edifice of a weather-
beaten aspect, shaped like an over-turned cupola and about the size
of half a tangerine orange. The outside is encrusted or hung with
The Life of the Spider |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Poems by T. S. Eliot: Rhapsody on a Windy Night
Twelve o'clock.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Desert Gold by Zane Grey: action approached. Gale wondered what the plan of attack would
be. Yet he did not ask. He waited ready for orders.
The valley grew clear of gray shadow except under leaning walls
on the eastern side. Then a straight column of smoke rose from
among the mesquites. Manifestly this was what Ladd had been
awaiting. He took the long .405 from its sheath and tried the
lever. Then he lifted a cartridge belt from the pommel of his
saddle. Every ring held a shell and these shells were four inches
long. He buckled the belt round him.
"Come on, Dick."
Ladd led the way down the slope until he reached a position that
Desert Gold |
