| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath by H. P. Lovecraft: and grasped by the beak with its enormous mouth as the winged
hunter sought to dart down upon it.
Toward evening he mounted
a low grassy rise and saw before him flaming in the sunset the
thousand gilded spires of Thran. Lofty beyond belief are the alabaster
walls of that incredible city, sloping inward toward the top and
wrought in one solid piece by what means no man knows, for they
are more ancient than memory. Yet lofty as they are with their
hundred gates and two hundred turrets, the clustered towers within,
all white beneath their golden spires, are loftier still; so that
men on the plain around see them soaring into the sky, sometimes
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Human Drift by Jack London: individuals is as nothing in comparison with the inconceivable
vastness of numbers of the micro-organisms. In your body, or in
mine, right now, are swarming more individual entities than there
are human beings in the world to-day. It is to us an invisible
world. We only guess its nearest confines. With our powerful
microscopes and ultramicroscopes, enlarging diameters twenty
thousand times, we catch but the slightest glimpses of that
profundity of infinitesimal life.
Little is known of that world, save in a general way. We know
that out of it arise diseases, new to us, that afflict and destroy
man. We do not know whether these diseases are merely the drifts,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Marie by H. Rider Haggard: her cargo and wind and weather served. Moreover, if she did leave, it
might be weeks or months before any other ship sailed for Delagoa Bay,
for in those days, of course, there were no mail boats.
I looked at my watch. It was four o'clock in the afternoon, and from a
calendar we had, which gave the tides at Port Elizabeth and other South
African harbours, it did not seem probable that the Seven Stars would
sail, if she kept to her date, before about eight on the morrow. One
hundred and twenty miles to be covered in, say, fourteen hours over
rough country with some hills! Well, on the other hand, the roads were
fairly good and dry, with no flooded rivers to cross, although there
might be one to swim, and there was a full moon. It could be
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