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Today's Stichomancy for Ice-T

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from De Profundis by Oscar Wilde:

poet's true aim; yet a spectator merely, and perhaps a little too much occupied with the comeliness of the benches of the sanctuary to notice that it is the sanctuary of sorrow that he is gazing at.

I see a far more intimate and immediate connection between the true life of Christ and the true life of the artist; and I take a keen pleasure in the reflection that long before sorrow had made my days her own and bound me to her wheel I had written in THE SOUL OF MAN that he who would lead a Christ-like life must be entirely and absolutely himself, and had taken as my types not merely the shepherd on the hillside and the prisoner in his cell, but also the painter to whom the world is a pageant and the poet for whom the

The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Songs of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson:

XII. WE HAVE LOVED OF YORE - Berried brake and reedy island XIII. MATTER TRIUMPHANS - Son of my woman's body, you go, to the drum and fife XIV. Bright is the ring of words XV. In the highlands, in the country places XVI. Home no more home to me, wither must I wander? XVII. WINTER - In rigorous hours, when down the iron lane XVIII. The stormy evening closes now in vain XIX. TO DR. HAKE - In the beloved hour that ushers day XX. TO - I knew thee strong and quiet like the hills XXI. The morning drum-call on my eager ear

The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Song of Hiawatha by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow:

Changed to birds of various plumage. Some were jays and some were magpies, Others thrushes, others blackbirds; And they hopped, and sang, and twittered, Perked and fluttered all their feathers, Strutted in their shining plumage, And their tails like fans unfolded. "Only Oweenee, the youngest, Was not changed, but sat in silence, Wasted, wrinkled, old, and ugly, Looking sadly at the others;