|The first excerpt represents the element of Air. It speaks of mental influences and the process of thought, and is drawn from Songs of Innocence and Experience by William Blake:
Here I am;
Come and lick
My white neck;
Let me pull
Your soft wool;
Let me kiss
Your soft face;
Merrily, merrily we welcome in the year.
When voices of children are heard on the green,
Songs of Innocence and Experience
|The second excerpt represents the element of Fire. It speaks of emotional influences and base passions, and is drawn from The Rescue by Joseph Conrad:
three miles of foam the brig would time after time dissolve in
the mist and re-appear distinct, nodding her tall spars that
seemed to touch a weeping sky of lamentable greyness.
Whenever he came into the lagoon tugging with bare arms,
Jorgenson, who would be watching the entrance of the creek ever
since a muffled detonation of a gun to seaward had warned him of
the brig's arrival on the Shore of Refuge, would mutter to
himself--"Here's Tom coming in his nutshell." And indeed she was
in shape somewhat like half a nutshell and also in the colour of
her dark varnished planks. The man's shoulders and head rose high
above her gunwales; loaded with Lingard's heavy frame she would
|The third excerpt represents the element of Water. It speaks of pure spiritual influences and feelings of love, and is drawn from A Heap O' Livin' by Edgar A. Guest:
to you, thick or thin,
Who knew you as a budding youth, an' watched
you start to climb,
Through weal an' woe, still friends of yours
an' constant all the time,
When trouble comes an' things go wrong, I
don't care what you say,
They are the friends you'll turn to, for you
want the old friends' way.
The new friends may be richer, an' more stylish,
too, but when
A Heap O' Livin'
|The fourth excerpt represents the element of Earth. It speaks of physical influences and the impact of the unseen on the visible world, and is drawn from Story of an African Farm by Olive Schreiner:
"Bless you, dear friend, God bless you," said Bonaparte.
When the door was safely shut on the German, the Hottentot, and the
Dutchwoman, he got off the bed and washed away the soap he had rubbed on
"Bon," he said, slapping his leg, "you're the cutest lad I ever came
across. If you don't turn out the old Hymns-and-prayers, and pummel the
Ragged coat, and get your arms round the fat one's waist and a wedding-ring
on her finger, then you are not Bonaparte. But you are Bonaparte. Bon,
you're a fine boy!"
Making which pleasing reflection, he pulled off his trousers and got into