| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Miracle Mongers and Their Methods by Harry Houdini: Since Beckmann wrote, the method of
producing smoke and sparks from the mouth has
been still further improved. The fire can now
be produced in various ways. One way is by
the use of a piece of thick cotton string which
has been soaked in a solution of nitre and then
thoroughly dried. This string, when once
lighted, burns very slowly and a piece one inch
long is sufficient for the purpose. Some performers
prefer a small piece of punk, as it requires
no preparation. Still others use tinder
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Voyage to Arcturus by David Lindsay: rather than rise into the air. There is hardly any kind of matter,
however delicate, that is incapable of capturing these feeble sparks,
and they are captured in multitudes - that accounts for the
innumerable living shapes you see there. But not only that - the
sparks are passed from one body to another by way of generation, and
can never hope to cease being so until they are worn out by decay.
Lowest of all, you have the Sinking Sea itself. There the degenerate
and enfeebled life of the Matterplay streams has for its body the
whole sea. So weak is it's power that it can't succeed in creating
any shapes at all but you can see its ceaseless, futile attempts to
do so, in those spouts."
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Selected Writings of Guy De Maupassant by Guy De Maupassant: "No papa! No papa!"
But suddenly Simon ceased sobbing. Frenzy overtook him. There
were stones under his feet; he picked them up and with all his
strength hurled them at his tormentors. Two or three were struck
and ran away yelling, and so formidable did he appear that the
rest became panic-stricken. Cowards, like a jeering crowd in the
presence of an exasperated man, they broke up and fled. Left
alone, the little thing without a father set off running toward
the fields, for a recollection had been awakened which nerved his
soul to a great determination. He made up his mind to drown
himself in the river.
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