| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Lost Continent by Edgar Rice Burroughs: the opposite edge. After a moment of rest I crossed the
room to investigate. The white was the bleached human
bones--the skull, collar bones, arms, and a few of the upper
ribs of a man. The brown was the dust of a decayed military
cap and blouse. In a chair before the desk were other
bones, while more still strewed the floor beneath the desk
and about the chair. A man had died sitting there with his
face buried in his arms--two hundred years ago.
Beneath the desk were a pair of spurred military boots,
green and rotten with decay. In them were the leg bones of
a man. Among the tiny bones of the hands was an ancient
Lost Continent |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Voyage to Abyssinia by Father Lobo: tore our hands; amidst all these difficulties I applied myself to
the Almighty, praying him to preserve us from those dangers which we
endeavoured to avoid, and to deliver us from those to which our
flight exposed us. Thus we travelled all night, till eight next
morning, without taking either rest or food; then, imagining
ourselves secure, we made us some cakes of barley-meal and water,
which we thought a feast.
We had a dispute with our guides, who though they had bargained to
conduct us for an ounce of gold, yet when they saw us so entangled
in the intricacies of the wood that we could not possibly get out
without their direction, demanded seven ounces of gold, a mule, and
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Louis Lambert by Honore de Balzac: XIV
The greater part, the weaker part of visible humanity, dwells in
the Sphere of Instinct. The /Instinctives/ are born, labor, and
die without rising to the second degree of human intelligence,
namely Abstraction.
XV
Society begins in the sphere of Abstraction. If Abstraction, as
compared with Instinct, is an almost divine power, it is
nevertheless incredibly weak as compared with the gift of
Specialism, which is the formula of God. Abstraction comprises all
nature in a germ, more virtually than a seed contains the whole
Louis Lambert |
