| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Koran: Lord...? Say, 'Shall those who know be deemed equal with those who
know not? only those will remember, who are endowed with minds!'
Say, 'O my servants who believe fear your Lord! for those who do
well in this world is good, and God's earth is spacious; verily, the
patient shall be paid their hire without count!'
Say, 'Verily, I am bidden to serve God, being sincere in religion to
Him; and I am bidden that I be the first of those resigned.'
Say, 'Verily, I fear, if I rebel against my Lord, the torment of a
mighty day.' Say, 'God do I serve, being sincere in my religion to
Him; serve then what ye will beside Him!' Say, 'Verily, the losers are
those who lose themselves and their families on the resurrection
The Koran |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Call of Cthulhu by H. P. Lovecraft: dreamed very bizarre things, the intensity of the dreams being
immeasurably the stronger during the period of the sculptor's
delirium. Over a fourth of those who reported anything, reported
scenes and half-sounds not unlike those which Wilcox had described;
and some of the dreamers confessed acute fear of the gigantic
nameless thing visible toward the last. One case, which the note
describes with emphasis, was very sad. The subject, a widely known
architect with leanings toward theosophy and occultism, went violently
insane on the date of young Wilcox's seizure, and expired several
months later after incessant screamings to be saved from some
escaped denizen of hell. Had my uncle referred to these cases
Call of Cthulhu |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Happy Prince and Other Tales by Oscar Wilde: touched her heart, and a fierce pang of pain shot through her.
Bitter, bitter was the pain, and wilder and wilder grew her song,
for she sang of the Love that is perfected by Death, of the Love
that dies not in the tomb.
And the marvellous rose became crimson, like the rose of the
eastern sky. Crimson was the girdle of petals, and crimson as a
ruby was the heart.
But the Nightingale's voice grew fainter, and her little wings
began to beat, and a film came over her eyes. Fainter and fainter
grew her song, and she felt something choking her in her throat.
Then she gave one last burst of music. The white Moon heard it,
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