|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from At the Mountains of Madness by H. P. Lovecraft:
sun encountered a denser obstruction and plunged the scene into
temporary shadow, the effect was subtly menacing in a way I can
never hope to depict. Even the faint howling and piping of the
unfelt wind in the great mountain passes behind us took on a wilder
note of purposeful malignity. The last stage of our descent to
the town was unusually steep and abrupt, and a rock outcropping
at the edge where the grade changed led us to think that an artificial
terrace had once existed there. Under the glaciation, we believed,
there must be a flight of steps or its equivalent.
When at last
we plunged into the town itself, clambering over fallen masonry
At the Mountains of Madness
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Life of the Spider by J. Henri Fabre:
without removing the blades from the stems; often, also, she
rejects this scaffolding in favour of a masonry constructed of
small stones. The nature of the kerb is decided by the nature of
the materials within the Lycosa's reach, in the close neighbourhood
of the building-yard. There is no selection: everything meets
with approval, provided that it be near at hand.
Economy of time, therefore, causes the defensive wall to vary
greatly as regards its constituent elements. The height varies
also. One enclosure is a turret an inch high; another amounts to a
mere rim. All have their parts bound firmly together with silk;
and all have the same width as the subterranean channel, of which
The Life of the Spider
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Mansion by Henry van Dyke:
"This," said the Keeper of the Gate, standing still and speaking
a low, distinct voice--"this is your mansion, John Weightman."
An almost intolerable shock of grieved wonder and indignation
choked the man for a moment so that he could not say a word.
Then he turned his face away from the poor little hut
and began to remonstrate eagerly with his companion.
"Surely, sir," he stammered, "you must be in error about this.
There is something wrong--some other John Weightman--a confusion
of names--the book must be mistaken."
"There is no mistake," said the Keeper of the Gate, very calmly;