|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Golden Sayings of Epictetus by Epictetus:
anything better than what is God's good pleasure? Why, as far as
in you lies, would you corrupt your Judge, and lead your
God is beneficent. But the Good also is beneficent. It
should seem then that where the real nature of God is, there too
is to be found the real nature of the Good. What then is the real
nature of God?--Intelligence, Knowledge, Right Reason. Here then
without more ado seek the real nature of the Good. For surely
thou dost not seek it in a plant or in an animal that reasoneth
The Golden Sayings of Epictetus
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Altar of the Dead by Henry James:
the thing would be a matter of arrangement. He saw it all in
advance, and how bright in especial the place would become to him
in the intermissions of toil and the dusk of afternoons; how rich
in assurance at all times, but especially in the indifferent world.
Before withdrawing he drew nearer again to the spot where he had
first sat down, and in the movement he met the lady whom he had
seen praying and who was now on her way to the door. She passed
him quickly, and he had only a glimpse of her pale face and her
unconscious, almost sightless eyes. For that instant she looked
faded and handsome.
This was the origin of the rites more public, yet certainly
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Underground City by Jules Verne:
Suddenly Nell sprang from Harry's arms, and, with a bright
look of inspiration, she ran to the very brink of the waters
of the lake. "Harfang! Harfang!" cried she in a clear voice;
"here! come to me!"
The faithful bird, surprised, appeared to hesitate in its flight.
Presently, recognizing Nell's voice, it dropped the burning match
into the water, and, describing a wide circle, flew downwards,
alighting at the maiden's feet.
Then a terrible cry echoed through the vaulted roofs.
It was the last sound uttered by old Silfax.
Just as Jack Ryan laid his hand on the edge of the canoe, the old man,