|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from On the Origin of Species by Charles Darwin:
discussion. All vertebrate animals, all insects, and some other large
groups of animals, pair for each birth. Modern research has much
diminished the number of supposed hermaphrodites, and of real
hermaphrodites a large number pair; that is, two individuals regularly
unite for reproduction, which is all that concerns us. But still there are
many hermaphrodite animals which certainly do not habitually pair, and a
vast majority of plants are hermaphrodites. What reason, it may be asked,
is there for supposing in these cases that two individuals ever concur in
reproduction? As it is impossible here to enter on details, I must trust
to some general considerations alone.
In the first place, I have collected so large a body of facts, showing, in
On the Origin of Species
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Dream Life and Real Life by Olive Schreiner:
shall always be grateful to you."
The older woman took her hand.
"I want to ask something of you."
"What is it?"
"I cannot quite explain to you. You will not understand. But there are
times when something more terrible can come into a life than it should lose
what it loves. If you have had a dream of what life ought to be, and you
try to make it real, and you fail; and something you have killed out in
your heart for long years wakes up and cries, 'Let each man play his own
game, and care nothing for the hand of his fellow! Each man for himself.
So the game must be played!' and you doubt all you have lived for, and the
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Where There's A Will by Mary Roberts Rinehart:
pointing his long forefinger at me. "I think you've enjoyed it
even when you were suffering most. Red-haired women are born to
intrigue, as the sparks fly upward."
"Enjoyed it!" I snapped. "I'm an old woman before my time, Mr.
Sam. What with trailing back and forward through the snow
to the shelter-house, and not getting to bed at all some nights,
and my heart going by fits and starts, as you may say, and half
the time my spinal marrow fairly chilled--not to mention putting
on my overshoes every morning from force of habit and having to
take them off again, I'm about all in."
"It's been the making of you, Minnie," he said, eying me, with