| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Thus Spake Zarathustra by Friedrich Nietzsche: thy humble courage: THAT was forsakenness!"--
O lonesomeness! My home, lonesomeness! How blessedly and tenderly
speaketh thy voice unto me!
We do not question each other, we do not complain to each other; we go
together openly through open doors.
For all is open with thee and clear; and even the hours run here on lighter
feet. For in the dark, time weigheth heavier upon one than in the light.
Here fly open unto me all being's words and word-cabinets: here all being
wanteth to become words, here all becoming wanteth to learn of me how to
talk.
Down there, however--all talking is in vain! There, forgetting and
Thus Spake Zarathustra |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Koran: God's signs, and for their killing the prophets undeservedly, and
for their saying, 'Our hearts are uncircumcised,'- nay, God hath
stamped on them their misbelief, so that they cannot believe except
a few,- and for their misbelief, and for their saying about Mary a
mighty calumny, and for their saying, 'Verily, we have killed the
Messiah, Jesus the son of Mary, the apostle of God,'...but they did
not kill him, and they did not crucify him, but a similitude was
made for them. And verily, those who differ about him are in doubt
concerning him; they have no knowledge concerning him, but only follow
an opinion. They did not kill him, for sure! nay, God raised him up
unto Himself; for God is mighty and wise!
The Koran |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Chita: A Memory of Last Island by Lafcadio Hearn: south, there'll be another dance! ... But I guess the Star will
stay." ...
Half an hour might have passed; still the lights flamed calmly,
and the violins trilled, and the perfumed whirl went on ... And
suddenly the wind veered!
Again the Star reeled, and shuddered, and turned, and began to
drag all her anchors. But she now dragged away from the great
building and its lights,--away from the voluptuous thunder of the
grand piano, even at that moment outpouring the great joy of
Weber's melody orchestrated by Berlioz: l'Invitation a la
Valse,--with its marvellous musical swing!
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