| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Barlaam and Ioasaph by St. John of Damascus: them, he leapt anon from his chariot, fell on the ground, and did
obeisance. Then rising, he embraced and greeted them tenderly.
But his noblemen and counsellors took offence thereat, deeming
that their sovran had disgraced his kingly honour. But not
daring to reprove him to the face, they bade the king's own
brother tell the king not thus to insult the majesty of his
crown. When he had told the king thereof, and had upbraided him
for his untimely humility, the king gave his brother an answer
which he failed to understand.
"It was the custom of that king, whenever he sentenced anyone to
death, to send a herald to his door, with a trumpet reserved for
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Just Folks by Edgar A. Guest: When surreys were the stylish rigs, or so they seem to me,
For every grown-up girl to-day and every grown-up boy
Still hungers for the seat in front and scrambles for its joy,
And riding by the driver's side still holds the charm it did
In those glad, youthful days gone by when I was just a kid.
I hurry, as I used to do, to claim that favorite place,
And when a tonneau seat is mine I wear a solemn face.
I try to hide the pout I feel, and do my best to smile,
But envy of the man in front gnaws at me all the while.
I want to be where I can see the road that lies ahead,
To watch the trees go flying by and see the country spread
Just Folks |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Exiles by Honore de Balzac: Traverse the circles, reach the throne! God is more merciful than you
are; He opens His temple to all His creatures. Only, do not forget the
pattern of Moses; put your shoes from off your feet, cast off all
filth, leave your body far behind; otherwise you shall be consumed;
for God--God is Light!"
Just as Doctor Sigier spoke these grand words, his face radiant, his
hand uplifted, a sunbeam pierced through an open window, like a magic
jet from a fount of splendor, a long triangular shaft of gold that lay
like a scarf over the whole assembly. They all clapped their hands,
for the audience accepted this effect of the sinking sun as a miracle.
There was a universal cry of:
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