|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Chance by Joseph Conrad:
vista of future ages. Time--and of course, more money. "Ah! If
only you had left me alone for a couple of years more," he cried
once in accents of passionate belief. "The money was coming in all
right." The deposits you understand--the savings of Thrift. Oh yes
they had been coming in to the very last moment. And he regretted
them. He had arrived to regard them as his own by a sort of
mystical persuasion. And yet it was a perfectly true cry, when he
turned once more on the counsel who was beginning a question with
the words "You have had all these immense sums . . . " with the
indignant retort "WHAT have I had out of them?"
"It was perfectly true. He had had nothing out of them--nothing of
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Man against the Sky by Edwin Arlington Robinson:
"We found it in the morning with an iron bar behind,
And there were chains around it; but no search could ever find,
Either in the ashes that were left, or anywhere,
A sign to tell of who or what had been with Stafford there.
"Stafford was a likely man with ideas of his own --
Though I could never like the kind that likes to live alone;
And when you met, you found his eyes were always on your shoes,
As if they did the talking when he asked you for the news.
"That's all, my son. Were I to talk for half a hundred years
I'd never clear away from there the cloud that never clears.
We buried what was left of it, -- the bar, too, and the chains;
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Unseen World and Other Essays by John Fiske:
substituted for "fresh-water polyps," how can we fail to admire
the severity of the scientific method employed in reaching these
But the King of Serendib must die, nor will the relentless scythe
of Time spare our Etherians, with all their exalted attributes.
They will die repeatedly; and after having through sundry periods
of probation attained spiritual perfection, they will all pour
into the sun. Since it is the sun which originates life and
feeling and thought upon the surface of our earth, "why may we
not declare that the rays transmitted by the sun to the earth and
the other planets are nothing more nor less than the emanations
The Unseen World and Other Essays