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Today's Stichomancy for Pol Pot

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Augsburg Confession by Philip Melanchthon:

world, and seeking a kind of life which would be more pleasing to God. Neither did they see that God ought to be served in those commandments which He Himself has given and not in commandments devised by men. A good and perfect kind of life is that which has for it the commandment of God. It is necessary to admonish men of these things.

And before these times, Gerson rebukes this error of the monks concerning perfection, and testifies that in his day it was a new saying that the monastic life is a state of perfection.

So many wicked opinions are inherent in the vows, namely, that they justify, that they constitute Christian perfection, that

The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from 1492 by Mary Johntson:

The next day, an hour before noon, arrived that king hurricane.

They are known now, these storms of Europe's west and Asia's east. Take all our Mediterranean storms and heap them into one!

Through the day our anchors held in our Bay of Comfort, and we blessed our Admiral. But at eve the _Margarita_, the _Juana_ and the _San Sebastian_ lost bottom, feared breaking against the rocky shore and stood out for sea room. The _Consolacion_ stayed fast, and at dawn was woe to see noth- ing at all of the three. In the howling tempest and the

The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Man against the Sky by Edwin Arlington Robinson:

A question many times repeated; But no rebellion has betrayed Her wonder at what she has paid For memories that have no stain, For triumph born to be defeated.

To those who come for what she was -- The few left who know where to find her -- She clings, for they are all she has; And she may smile when they remind her, As heretofore, of what they know Of roses that are still to blow