| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Dunwich Horror by H. P. Lovecraft: are there many sorts, differing in likeness from man's truest
eidolon to that shape without sight or substance which is Them.
They walk unseen and foul in lonely places where the Words have
been spoken and the Rites howled through at their Seasons. The
wind gibbers with Their voices, and the earth mutters with Their
consciousness. They bend the forest and crush the city, yet may
not forest or city behold the hand that smites. Kadath in the
cold waste hath known Them, and what man knows Kadath? The ice
desert of the South and the sunken isles of Ocean hold stones
whereon Their seal is engraver, but who bath seen the deep frozen
city or the sealed tower long garlanded with seaweed and barnacles?
 The Dunwich Horror |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Prince by Nicolo Machiavelli: caused the disorders among them. For whenever these factions have
their cardinals they do not remain quiet for long, because cardinals
foster the factions in Rome and out of it, and the barons are
compelled to support them, and thus from the ambitions of prelates
arise disorders and tumults among the barons. For these reasons his
Holiness Pope Leo[*] found the pontificate most powerful, and it is to
be hoped that, if others made it great in arms, he will make it still
greater and more venerated by his goodness and infinite other virtues.
[*] Pope Leo X was the Cardinal de' Medici.
CHAPTER XII
HOW MANY KINDS OF SOLDIERY THERE ARE, AND CONCERNING MERCENARIES
 The Prince |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Out of Time's Abyss by Edgar Rice Burroughs: exterminate the Englische schweinhunde with his bayonet,
fearing to fire his piece lest he kill some of his comrades.
It was Olson who engaged him, and though unused to the long
German rifle and bayonet, he met the bull-rush of the Hun with
the cold, cruel precision and science of English bayonet-fighting.
There was no feinting, no retiring and no parrying that was not
also an attack. Bayonet-fighting today is not a pretty thing to
see--it is not an artistic fencing-match in which men give and
take--it is slaughter inevitable and quickly over.
Dietz lunged once madly at Olson's throat. A short point, with
just a twist of the bayonet to the left sent the sharp blade over
 Out of Time's Abyss |