|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Soul of the Far East by Percival Lowell:
very clods grew sentient. Dumb earth awoke at the call of its
desire, and the beings its own poesy had begotten made merry
companionship for man. Then a change crept over the face of things.
Faith began to flicker, for want of facts to feed its flame. Little
by little the fires of devotion burnt themselves out. At last great
Pan died. The body of the old belief was consumed. But though it
perished, its ashes preserved its form, an unsubstantial presentment
of the past, to crumble in a twinkling at the touch of science, but
keeping yet to the poet's eye the lifelike semblance of what once
had been. The dead gods still live in our language and our art.
Even to-day the earth about us seems semiconscious to the soul,
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Puck of Pook's Hill by Rudyard Kipling:
him. What are you laughin' at?'Tom turned to Dan. 'The
Pharisees's trouble didn't tech Robin, because he'd
cleaved middlin' close to people, like. No more he never
meant to go out of Old England - not he; so he was sent
messagin' for help among Flesh an' Blood. But Flesh an'
Blood must always think of their own concerns, an'
Robin couldn't get through at 'em, ye see . They thought it
was tide-echoes off the Marsh.'
'What did you - what did the fai - Pharisees want?'
'A boat, to be sure. Their liddle wings could no more
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf:
be going on there still. For it was extraordinary to think that they
had been capable of going on living all these years when she had not
thought of them more than once all that time. How eventful her own
life had been, during those same years. Yet perhaps Carrie had not
thought about her, either. The thought was strange and distasteful.
"People soon drift apart," said Mr Bankes, feeling, however, some
satisfaction when he thought that after all he knew both the Mannings
and the Ramsays. He had not drifted apart he thought, laying down his
spoon and wiping his clean-shaven lips punctiliously. But perhaps he
was rather unusual, he thought, in this; he never let himself get into
a groove. He had friends in all circles ... Mrs Ramsay had to break
To the Lighthouse