| 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: that they are testy and capricious, and subject to strange protection
from the mindless Other Gods from Outside, whose soul and messenger
is the crawling chaos Nyarlathotep. Their jealous hiding of the
marvellous sunset city shewed clearly that they did not wish Carter
to reach it, and it was doubtful how they would regard a guest
whose object was to see them and plead before them. No man had
ever found Kadath in the past, and it might be just as well if
none ever found it in the future. Such rumours as were told about
that onyx castle of the Great Ones were not by any means reassuring.
Having thanked the orchid-crowned High-Priest, Carter left the
temple and sought out the bazaar of the sheep-butchers, where
The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from On the Origin of Species by Charles Darwin: south to north as they are at present. Even at this day, if the Malay
Archipelago were converted into land, the tropical parts of the Indian
Ocean would form a large and perfectly enclosed basin, in which any great
group of marine animals might be multiplied; and here they would remain
confined, until some of the species became adapted to a cooler climate, and
were enabled to double the southern capes of Africa or Australia, and thus
reach other and distant seas.
From these and similar considerations, but chiefly from our ignorance of
the geology of other countries beyond the confines of Europe and the United
States; and from the revolution in our palaeontological ideas on many
points, which the discoveries of even the last dozen years have effected,
On the Origin of Species |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Unconscious Comedians by Honore de Balzac: joviality now repressed by ambitious ideas. He is blessed with that
medium height which is the privilege of sound organizations. He is
rather plump, and takes great pains with his person. His forehead is
getting bald, but he uses that circumstance to give himself the air of
a man consumed by thought. It is easy to see by the way his wife looks
at him and listens to him that she believes in the genius and glory of
her husband. Vital loves artists, not that he has any taste for art,
but from fellowship; for he feels himself an artist, and makes this
felt by disclaiming that title of nobility, and placing himself with
constant premeditation at so great a distance from the arts that
persons may be forced to say to him: "You have raised the construction
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