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Today's Stichomancy for Ice-T

The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Rig Veda:

22 God, working with mankind, flow on; to Indra go thy gladdening juice: To Vayu mount as Law commands

23 O Soma, Pavamana, thou pourest out wealth that brings renown: Enter the lake, as one we love.

24 Soma thou flowest chasing foes and bringing wisdom and delight: Drive off the folk who love not Gods.

25 The Pavamanas have been poured, the brilliant drops of Soma juice, For holy lore of every kind.

26 The Pavamanas have been shed, the beautiful swift Soma-drops,

The Rig Veda
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Island Nights' Entertainments by Robert Louis Stevenson:

"And what became of the priest?" I asked.

"The priest?" says Case. "O! he was hammering on the door outside, and crying on the natives to come and beat it in, and singing out it was a soul he wished to save, and that. He was in a rare taking, was the priest. But what would you have? Johnny had slipped his cable; no more Johnny in the market; and the administration racket clean played out. Next thing, word came to Randall the priest was praying upon Johnny's grave. Papa was pretty full, and got a club, and lit out straight for the place, and there was Galoshes on his knees, and a lot of natives looking on. You wouldn't think Papa cared - that much about anything,

The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Arrow of Gold by Joseph Conrad:

the second of Mr. J. K. Blunt's declarations.

"Yes," he said. "Je suis Americain, catholique et gentil-homme," in a tone contrasting so strongly with the smile, which, as it were, underlined the uttered words, that I was at a loss whether to return the smile in kind or acknowledge the words with a grave little bow. Of course I did neither and there fell on us an odd, equivocal silence. It marked our final abandonment of the French language. I was the one to speak first, proposing that my companions should sup with me, not across the way, which would be riotous with more than one "infernal" supper, but in another much more select establishment in a side street away from the

The Arrow of Gold