| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from At the Mountains of Madness by H. P. Lovecraft: The
things once rearing and dwelling in this frightful masonry in
the age of dinosaurs were not indeed dinosaurs, but far worse.
Mere dinosaurs were new and almost brainless objects - but the
builders of the city were wise and old, and had left certain traces
in rocks even then laid down well nigh a thousand million years
- rocks laid down before the true life of earth had advanced beyond
plastic groups of cells - rocks laid down before the true life
of earth had existed at all. They were the makers and enslavers
of that life, and above all doubt the originals of the fiendish
elder myths which things like the Pnakotic Manuscripts and the
At the Mountains of Madness |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Communist Manifesto by Karl Marx: by a corresponding political advance of that class. An
oppressed class under the sway of the feudal nobility, an armed
and self-governing association in the mediaeval commune; here
independent urban republic (as in Italy and Germany), there
taxable "third estate" of the monarchy (as in France),
afterwards, in the period of manufacture proper, serving either
the semi-feudal or the absolute monarchy as a counterpoise
against the nobility, and, in fact, corner-stone of the great
monarchies in general, the bourgeoisie has at last, since the
establishment of Modern Industry and of the world-market,
conquered for itself, in the modern representative State,
The Communist Manifesto |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy: certainly rather bigger than the other men in the room, her anxiety
could only have reference to the clever though shy, but observant
and natural, expression which distinguished him from everyone else
in that drawing room.
"It is very good of you, Monsieur Pierre, to come and visit a poor
invalid," said Anna Pavlovna, exchanging an alarmed glance with her
aunt as she conducted him to her.
Pierre murmured something unintelligible, and continued to look
round as if in search of something. On his way to the aunt he bowed to
the little princess with a pleased smile, as to an intimate
acquaintance.
War and Peace |
