|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Call of Cthulhu by H. P. Lovecraft:
by the vast, loathsome shapes that seeped down from the dark stars.
There lay great Cthulhu and his hordes, hidden in green slimy
vaults and sending out at last, after cycles incalculable, the
thoughts that spread fear to the dreams of the sensitive and called
imperiously to the faithfull to come on a pilgrimage of liberation
and restoration. All this Johansen did not suspect, but God knows
he soon saw enough!
I suppose that only a single mountain-top,
the hideous monolith-crowned citadel whereon great Cthulhu was
buried, actually emerged from the waters. When I think of the
extent of all that may be brooding down there I almost wish to
Call of Cthulhu
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf:
The extraordinary irrationality of her remark, the folly of women's minds
enraged him. He had ridden through the valley of death, been shattered
and shivered; and now, she flew in the face of facts, made his children
hope what was utterly out of the question, in effect, told lies. He
stamped his foot on the stone step. "Damn you," he said. But what had she
said? Simply that it might be fine tomorrow. So it might.
Not with the barometer falling and the wind due west.
To pursue truth with such astonishing lack of consideration for other
people's feelings, to rendthe thin veils of civilization so wantonly, so
brutally, was to her so horrible an outrage of human decency that, without
replying, dazed and blinded, she bent her head as if to let the pelt of
To the Lighthouse
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Dreams by Olive Schreiner:
"Yes, why should I die here in this awful darkness? They are warm, they
melt my frozen blood!" and he stretched out his hands to take them.
Then in a moment there arose before him the image of the thing he had
loved, and his hand dropped to his side.
"Oh, come to us!" they cried.
But he buried his face.
"You dazzle my eyes," he cried, "you make my heart warm; but you cannot
give me what I desire. I will wait here--wait till I die. Go!"
He covered his face with his hands and would not listen; and when he looked
up again they were two twinkling stars, that vanished in the distance.
And the long, long night rolled on.