|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Woodlanders by Thomas Hardy:
doggedly. "She told me only this day that she hates refinements
and such like. All that my trouble and money bought for her in
that way is thrown away upon her quite. She'd fain be like Marty
South--think o' that! That's the top of her ambition! Perhaps
she's right. Giles, she loved you--under the rind; and, what's
more, she loves ye still--worse luck for the poor maid!"
If Melbury only had known what fires he was recklessly stirring up
he might have held his peace. Winterborne was silent a long time.
The darkness had closed in round them, and the monotonous drip of
the fog from the branches quickened as it turned to fine rain.
"Oh, she never cared much for me," Giles managed to say, as he
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Parmenides by Plato:
Again, of the parts of the one, if it is--I mean being and one--does either
fail to imply the other? is the one wanting to being, or being to the one?
Thus, each of the parts also has in turn both one and being, and is at the
least made up of two parts; and the same principle goes on for ever, and
every part whatever has always these two parts; for being always involves
one, and one being; so that one is always disappearing, and becoming two.
And so the one, if it is, must be infinite in multiplicity?
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin by Benjamin Franklin:
Now we are not sure that we are arrived at the end of this progression,
and at the perfection of spiritual or theological knowledge;
and we fear that, if we should once print our confession of faith,
we should feel ourselves as if bound and confin'd by it, and perhaps
be unwilling to receive farther improvement, and our successors still
more so, as conceiving what we their elders and founders had done, to be
something sacred, never to be departed from."
This modesty in a sect is perhaps a singular instance in the history
of mankind, every other sect supposing itself in possession
of all truth, and that those who differ are so far in the wrong;
like a man traveling in foggy weather, those at some distance
The Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin