|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Witch, et. al by Anton Chekhov:
stirring: why was it only old men searched for hidden treasure,
and what was the use of earthly happiness to people who might die
any day of old age? But Sanka could not put this perplexity into
words, and the old man could scarcely have found an answer to it.
An immense crimson sun came into view surrounded by a faint haze.
Broad streaks of light, still cold, bathing in the dewy grass,
lengthening out with a joyous air as though to prove they were
not weary of their task, began spreading over the earth. The
silvery wormwood, the blue flowers of the pig's onion, the yellow
mustard, the corn-flowers -- all burst into gay colours, taking
the sunlight for their own smile.
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Faraday as a Discoverer by John Tyndall:
and this sense only, can the heat be said to be converted into
gravity, or more correctly, into potential energy of gravity. It is
not that the destruction of the heat has created any new attraction,
but simply that the old attraction has now a power conferred upon it,
of exerting a certain definite pull in the interval between the
starting-point of the falling weight and its collision with the earth.
So also as regards magnetic attraction: when a sphere of iron placed
at some distance from a magnet rushes towards the magnet, and has
its motion stopped by collision, an effect mechanically the same as
that produced by the attraction of gravity occurs. The magnetic
attraction generates the motion of the mass, and the stoppage of
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Death of the Lion by Henry James:
straw that he should write his name; what she did want was to look
straight into his face.
I demurred a little. "And why do you require to do that?"
"Because I just love him!" Before I could recover from the
agitating effect of this crystal ring my companion had continued:
"Hasn't there ever been any face that you've wanted to look into?"
How could I tell her so soon how much I appreciated the opportunity
of looking into hers? I could only assent in general to the
proposition that there were certainly for every one such yearnings,
and even such faces; and I felt the crisis demand all my lucidity,
all my wisdom. "Oh yes, I'm a student of physiognomy. Do you