| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Drama on the Seashore by Honore de Balzac: is deepened by the rhythmic quiver of the wave upon the shore."
"If you will give your understanding to the three immensities which
surround us, the water, the air, and the sands, and listen exclusively
to the repeating sounds of flux and reflux," I answered her, "you will
not be able to endure their speech; you will think it is uttering a
thought which will annihilate you. Last evening, at sunset, I had that
sensation; and it exhausted me."
"Oh! let us talk, let us talk," she said, after a long pause. "I
understand it. No orator was ever more terrible. I think," she
continued, presently, "that I perceive the causes of the harmonies
which surround us. This landscape, which has but three marked colors,
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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: flesh, bones, and blood had been discarded, and he were face to face
with naked Life itself, which slowly passed into his own body.
The sensations died away. there was a brief interval, and then the
streaming, starlike skeleton rose up again out of space. It changed
to the red-blood system. The hard parts of the body reappeared, with
more and more distinctness, and at the same time the network of blood
grew fainter. Presently the interior parts were entirely concealed
by the crust - the creature stood opposite Maskull in its old
formidable ugliness, hard, painted, and concrete.
Disliking something about him, the crustacean turned aside and
stumbled awkwardly away on its six legs, with laborious and repulsive
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Soul of the Far East by Percival Lowell: incapable of responding to repeated sowings of the same seed,
certain it is that in spiritual matters most peoples have grown out
of conceit with their own conceptions. An individual may cling with
a certain sentiment to the religion of his mother, but nations have
shown anything but a foolish fondness for the sacred superstitions
of their great-grandfathers. To the charm of creation succeeds
invariably the bitter-sweet after-taste of criticism, and man would
not be the progressive animal he is if he long remained in love with
his own productions.
What his future will be is too engrossing a subject, and one too
deeply shrouded in mystery, not to be constantly pictured anew.
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