| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from At the Mountains of Madness by H. P. Lovecraft: to the cave-mouth echoes of the windy peaks - which he thought
he had shortly afterward half heard from unknown depths below.
I, in my turn, whispered of how the camp was left - of what had
disappeared, and of how the madness of a lone survivor might have
conceived the inconceivable - a wild trip across the monstrous
mountains and a descent into the unknown, primal masonry - But
we could not convince each other, or even ourselves, of anything
definite. We had turned off all light as we stood still, and vaguely
noticed that a trace of deeply filtered upper day kept the blackness
from being absolute. Having automatically begun to move ahead,
we guided ourselves by occasional flashes from our torch. The
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Wrong Box by Stevenson & Osbourne: he remembered receiving a barrel by the morning train. He was
anxious to get information, for the barrel belonged to a friend.
'It is a matter of some moment,' he added, 'for it contains
specimens.'
'I was not here this morning, sir,' responded the porter,
somewhat reluctantly, 'but I'll ask Bill. Do you recollect, Bill,
to have got a barrel from Bournemouth this morning containing
specimens?'
'I don't know about specimens,' replied Bill; 'but the party as
received the barrel I mean raised a sight of trouble.'
'What's that?' cried Morris, in the agitation of the moment
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Moral Emblems by Robert Louis Stevenson: FOR ALL THAT YOU CAN CLAP YOUR EYES ON.
A MARTIAL ELEGY FOR SOME LEAD SOLDIERS
For certain soldiers lately dead
Our reverent dirge shall here be said.
Them, when their martial leader called,
No dread preparative appalled;
But leaden-hearted, leaden-heeled,
I marked them steadfast in the field.
Death grimly sided with the foe,
And smote each leaden hero low.
Proudly they perished one by one:
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