| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Dreams by Olive Schreiner: road which you would travel there is no reward offered. Who goes, goes
freely--for the great love that is in him. The work is his reward."
"I go" said the hunter; "but upon the mountains, tell me, which path shall
I take?"
"I am the child of The-Accumulated-Knowledge-of-Ages," said the man; "I can
walk only where many men have trodden. On these mountains few feet have
passed; each man strikes out a path for himself. He goes at his own peril:
my voice he hears no more. I may follow after him, but cannot go before
him."
Then Knowledge vanished.
And the hunter turned. He went to his cage, and with his hands broke down
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Protagoras by Plato: and asked him, 'In what shall I become better day by day?' he would reply,
'In flute-playing.' Now I want you to make the same sort of answer to this
young man and to me, who am asking questions on his account. When you say
that on the first day on which he associates with you he will return home a
better man, and on every day will grow in like manner,--in what,
Protagoras, will he be better? and about what?
When Protagoras heard me say this, he replied: You ask questions fairly,
and I like to answer a question which is fairly put. If Hippocrates comes
to me he will not experience the sort of drudgery with which other Sophists
are in the habit of insulting their pupils; who, when they have just
escaped from the arts, are taken and driven back into them by these
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Land that Time Forgot by Edgar Rice Burroughs: satisfying, it is ennobling. What wonderous strides toward
perfection the human race might have made if the first man had
evolved it and it had persisted until now as the creed of humanity."
"I don't like irony," she said; "it indicates a small soul."
"What other sort of soul, then, would you expect from `a comic
little figure hopping from the cradle to the grave'?" I inquired.
"And what difference does it make, anyway, what you like and what
you don't like? You are here for but an instant, and you mustn't
take yourself too seriously."
She looked up at me with a smile. "I imagine that I am frightened and
blue," she said, "and I know that I am very, very homesick and lonely."
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