| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Call of Cthulhu by H. P. Lovecraft: Inspector Legrasse was scarcely
prepared for the sensation which his offering created. One sight
of the thing had been enough to throw the assembled men of science
into a state of tense excitement, and they lost no time in crowding
around him to gaze at the diminutive figure whose utter strangeness
and air of genuinely abysmal antiquity hinted so potently at unopened
and archaic vistas. No recognised school of sculpture had animated
this terrible object, yet centuries and even thousands of years
seemed recorded in its dim and greenish surface of unplaceable
stone.
The figure, which was finally passed slowly from man
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Parmenides by Plato: the same time many by partaking of many, would that be very astonishing.
But if he were to show me that the absolute one was many, or the absolute
many one, I should be truly amazed. And so of all the rest: I should be
surprised to hear that the natures or ideas themselves had these opposite
qualities; but not if a person wanted to prove of me that I was many and
also one. When he wanted to show that I was many he would say that I have
a right and a left side, and a front and a back, and an upper and a lower
half, for I cannot deny that I partake of multitude; when, on the other
hand, he wants to prove that I am one, he will say, that we who are here
assembled are seven, and that I am one and partake of the one. In both
instances he proves his case. So again, if a person shows that such things
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Kidnapped Santa Claus by L. Frank Baum: night that succeeded his capture. For although he had faith in the
judgment of his little friends he could not avoid a certain amount of
worry, and an anxious look would creep at times into his kind old eyes
as he thought of the disappointment that might await his dear little
children. And the Daemons, who guarded him by turns, one after
another, did not neglect to taunt him with contemptuous words in his
helpless condition.
When Christmas Day dawned the Daemon of Malice was guarding the
prisoner, and his tongue was sharper than that of any of the others.
"The children are waking up, Santa!" he cried. "They are waking up to
find their stockings empty! Ho, ho! How they will quarrel, and wail,
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