| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Juana by Honore de Balzac: angelic charities secretly accomplished,--in short, all the religions
of womanhood and its inextinguishable love.
Juana knew that life; fate spared her nought. She was wholly a wife,
but a sorrowful and suffering wife; a wife incessantly wounded, yet
forgiving always; a wife pure as a flawless diamond,--she who had the
beauty and the glow of the diamond, and in that beauty, that glow, a
vengeance in her hand; for she was certainly not a woman to fear the
dagger added to her "dot."
At first, inspired by a real love, by one of those passions which for
the time being change even odious characters and bring to light all
that may be noble in a soul, Diard behaved like a man of honor. He
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Timaeus by Plato: inequality, and therefore of motion, in all time.
In the next place, we may observe that there are different kinds of fire--
(1) flame, (2) light that burns not, (3) the red heat of the embers of
fire. And there are varieties of air, as for example, the pure aether, the
opaque mist, and other nameless forms. Water, again, is of two kinds,
liquid and fusile. The liquid is composed of small and unequal particles,
the fusile of large and uniform particles and is more solid, but
nevertheless melts at the approach of fire, and then spreads upon the
earth. When the substance cools, the fire passes into the air, which is
displaced, and forces together and condenses the liquid mass. This process
is called cooling and congealment. Of the fusile kinds the fairest and
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from At the Mountains of Madness by H. P. Lovecraft: it. We had expected, upon looking back, to see a terrible and
incredible moving entity if the mists were thin enough; but of
that entity we had formed a clear idea. What we did see - for
the mists were indeed all too maliguly thinned - was something
altogether different, and immeasurably more hideous and detestable.
It was the utter, objective embodiment of the fantastic novelist’s
"thing that should not be"; and its nearest comprehensible analogue
is a vast, onrushing subway train as one sees it from a station
platform - the great black front looming colossally out of infinite
subterranean distance, constellated with strangely colored lights
and filling the prodigious burrow as a piston fills a cylinder.
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