| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from A House of Pomegranates by Oscar Wilde: Sellers of Sandals, the young Fisherman saw a child standing by a
jar of water. And his Soul said to him, 'Smite that child.' So he
smote the child till it wept, and when he had done this they went
hurriedly out of the city.
And after that they had gone a league from the city the young
Fisherman grew wroth, and said to his Soul, 'Why didst thou tell me
to smite the child, for it was an evil thing to do?'
But his Soul answered him, 'Be at peace, be at peace.'
And on the evening of the third day they came to a city, and the
young Fisherman said to his Soul, 'Is this the city in which she
dances of whom thou didst speak to me?'
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Of The Nature of Things by Lucretius: Yet no one saw how sank the moisture in,
Nor how by heat off-driven. Thus we know,
That moisture is dispersed about in bits
Too small for eyes to see. Another case:
A ring upon the finger thins away
Along the under side, with years and suns;
The drippings from the eaves will scoop the stone;
The hooked ploughshare, though of iron, wastes
Amid the fields insidiously. We view
The rock-paved highways worn by many feet;
And at the gates the brazen statues show
Of The Nature of Things |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Rewards and Fairies by Rudyard Kipling: with the delicate shiny little nails. 'It isn't counted lucky to cross
him. He has his ways of getting even with you, they say. But I
wasn't afraid of Jerry! I saw him working in his garden, and I
leaned out of my saddle and double-thonged him between the
shoulders, over the hedge. Well, my dear, for the first time since
Dad gave him to me, my Troubadour (I wish you could see the
sweet creature!) shied across the road, and I spilled out into the
hedge-top. Most undignified! Jerry pulled me through to his side
and brushed the leaves off me. I was horribly pricked, but I didn't
care. "Now, Jerry," I said, "I'm going to take the hide off you
first, and send you to Lewes afterwards. You well know why."
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