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Today's Stichomancy for Leonard Cohen

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Anthem by Ayn Rand:

then those Students go into the Home of the Leaders, which is the greatest house in the City, for it has three stories. And there they study for many years, so that they may become candidates and be elected to the City Council and the State Council and the World Council--by a free and general vote of all men. But we wished not to be a Leader, even though it is a great honor. We wished to be a Scholar.

So we awaited our turn in the great hall and then we heard the Council of Vocations call our name: "Equality 7-2521." We walked


Anthem
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Son of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs:

very bad men. They did many things that their boys knew not the meanings of. It would be well, Bwana, to kill the other."

"I wish that I might; but a new law is come into this part of the jungle. It is not as it was in the old days, Muviri," replied the master.

The stranger remained until Malbihn and his safari had disappeared into the jungle toward the north. Meriem, trustful now, stood at his side, Geeka clutched in one slim, brown hand. They talked together, the man wondering at the faltering Arabic of the girl, but attributing it finally to her defective mentality. Could he have known that years had elapsed since she had used it


The Son of Tarzan
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Children of the Night by Edwin Arlington Robinson:

Woe for the loveless prince of Aethra's line! Woe for a father's tears and the curse of a king's release -- Woe for the wings of pride and the shafts of doom! -- And thou, the saddest wind That ever blew from Crete, Sing the fell tidings back to that thrice unhappy ship! -- Sing to the western flame, Sing to the dying foam, A dirge for the sundered years and a dirge for the years to be!

Better his end had been as the end of a cloudless day, Bright, by the word of Zeus, with a golden star,