| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A Voyage to Arcturus by David Lindsay: Alppain's day commenced.
"What do you feel?" Gangnet still held his arm.
"I have set myself against the Infinite," muttered Maskull.
Suddenly his chaos of passions sprang together, and a wonderful idea
swept through his whole being, accompanied by the intensest joy.
"Why, Gangnet - I am nothing."
"No, you are nothing."
The mist closed in all around them. Nothing was visible except the
two suns, and a few feet of sea. The shadows of the three men cast
by Alppain were not black, but were composed of white daylight.
"Then nothing can hurt me," said Maskull with a peculiar smile.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Lone Star Ranger by Zane Grey: equal. He was watchin' of you close, he said, an' just couldn't
follow your hand when you drawed. All the fellers who seen you
meet Bosomer had somethin' to say. Bo was about as handy with a
gun as any man in this camp, barrin' Chess Alloway an' mebbe
Bland himself. Chess is the captain with a Colt--or he was. An'
he shore didn't like the references made about your speed.
Bland was honest in acknowledgin' it, but he didn't like it,
neither. Some of the fellers allowed your draw might have been
just accident. But most of them figgered different. An' they
all shut up when Bland told who an' what your Dad was. 'Pears
to me I once seen your Dad in a gunscrape over at Santone,
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Intentions by Oscar Wilde: more than one of her colonies that she might with advantage
surrender for so fair a land. What we want are unpractical people
who see beyond the moment, and think beyond the day. Those who try
to lead the people can only do so by following the mob. It is
through the voice of one crying in the wilderness that the ways of
the gods must be prepared.
But perhaps you think that in beholding for the mere joy of
beholding, and contemplating for the sake of contemplation, there
is something that is egotistic. If you think so, do not say so.
It takes a thoroughly selfish age, like our own, to deify self-
sacrifice. It takes a thoroughly grasping age, such as that in
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