| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Alcibiades I by Plato: work?
ALCIBIADES: I should rather think, Socrates, that the reverse is the
truth. (Compare Republic.)
SOCRATES: What! do you mean to say that states are well administered when
friendship is absent, the presence of which, as we were saying, alone
secures their good order?
ALCIBIADES: But I should say that there is friendship among them, for this
very reason, that the two parties respectively do their own work.
SOCRATES: That was not what you were saying before; and what do you mean
now by affirming that friendship exists when there is no agreement? How
can there be agreement about matters which the one party knows, and of
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Mad King by Edgar Rice Burroughs: the north.
Barney held out his hand. "Good-bye, old man," he said.
"If I've learned the ingratitude of kings here in Lutha, I
have found something that more than compensates me--
the friendship of a brave man. Now hurry back and tell them
that I escaped across the border just as I was about to fall
into your hands and they will think that you have been
pursuing me instead of aiding in my escape across the
border."
But again Butzow shook his head.
"I have fought shoulder to shoulder with you, my friend,"
The Mad King |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Soul of a Bishop by H. G. Wells: high over the republics of mankind, has brought peace for ever to
the world. It is to this militant and imminent God, to this
immortal Captain, this undying Law-giver, that you devote
yourselves to-day.
"For he is imminent now. He comes. I have seen in the east and
in the west, the hearts and the minds and the wills of men
turning to him as surely as when a needle is magnetized it turns
towards the north. Even now as I preach to you here, God stands
over us all, ready to receive us...."
And as he said these words, the long nave of the cathedral, the
shadows of its fretted roof, the brown choir with its golden
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