| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Shakespeare's Sonnets by William Shakespeare: Who for thy self art so unprovident.
Grant, if thou wilt, thou art belov'd of many,
But that thou none lov'st is most evident:
For thou art so possess'd with murderous hate,
That 'gainst thy self thou stick'st not to conspire,
Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate
Which to repair should be thy chief desire.
O! change thy thought, that I may change my mind:
Shall hate be fairer lodg'd than gentle love?
Be, as thy presence is, gracious and kind,
Or to thyself at least kind-hearted prove:
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Circular Staircase by Mary Roberts Rinehart: was covered with mud, and his hat was gone. Altogether, we were
a sad-looking trio that gathered around a breakfast that no one
could eat. Over a cup of black coffee the detective told us what
he had learned of Halsey's movements the night before.
Up to a certain point the car had made it easy enough to follow
him. And I gathered that Mr. Burns, the other detective, had
followed a similar car for miles at dawn, only to find it was a
touring car on an endurance run.
"He left here about ten minutes after eight," Mr Jamieson said.
"He went alone, and at eight twenty he stopped at Doctor
Walker's. I went to the doctor's about midnight, but he had been
The Circular Staircase |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath by H. P. Lovecraft: waking world and toward other regions of dream.
The harbour
was full of painted galleys, some of which were from the marble
cloud-city of Serannian, that lies in ethereal space beyond where
the sea meets the sky, and some of which were from more substantial
parts of dreamland. Among these the steersman threaded his way
up to the spice-fragrant wharves, where the galleon made fast
in the dusk as the city's million lights began to twinkle out
over the water. Ever new seemed this deathless city of vision,
for here time has no power to tarnish or destroy. As it has always
been is still the turquoise of Nath-Horthath, and the eighty orchid-wreathed
The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath |
