| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Woman and Labour by Olive Schreiner: fundamentally altered, and in many cases inverted.
In the barbarian state of societies, where physical force dominates, it is
the most muscular and pugilistically and brutally and animally successful
male who captures and possesses the largest number of females; and no doubt
he would be justified in regarding any social change which gave to woman a
larger freedom of choice, and which would so perhaps give to the less
brutal but perhaps more intelligent male, whom the woman might select, an
equal opportunity for the gratification of his sexual wishes and for the
producing of offspring, as a serious loss. And, from the purely personal
standpoint, he would undoubtedly be right in dreading anything which tended
to free woman. But he would manifestly not have been justified in
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Walking by Henry David Thoreau: setting sun, and there are no towns nor cities in it of enough
consequence to disturb me. Let me live where I will, on this side
is the city, on that the wilderness, and ever I am leaving the
city more and more, and withdrawing into the wilderness. I should
not lay so much stress on this fact, if I did not believe that
something like this is the prevailing tendency of my countrymen.
I must walk toward Oregon, and not toward Europe. And that way
the nation is moving, and I may say that mankind progress from
east to west. Within a few years we have witnessed the phenomenon
of a southeastward migration, in the settlement of Australia; but
this affects us as a retrograde movement, and, judging from the
Walking |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Silverado Squatters by Robert Louis Stevenson: There was no noise in that part of the world, save when we
passed beside the staging, and heard the water musically
falling in the shaft.
We wandered to and fro. We searched among that drift of
lumber-wood and iron, nails and rails, and sleepers and the
wheels of tracks. We gazed up the cleft into the bosom of
the mountain. We sat by the margin of the dump and saw, far
below us, the green treetops standing still in the clear air.
Beautiful perfumes, breaths of bay, resin, and nutmeg, came
to us more often and grew sweeter and sharper as the
afternoon declined. But still there was no word of Hanson.
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