|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Rig Veda:
The woods are given to the birds. These statutes of the God
8 With utmost speed, in restless haste at sunset Varuna seeks
Then seeks each bird his nest, each beast his lodging. In due
Savitar hath set each creature.
9 Him whose high law not Varuna nor Indra, not Mitra, Aryaman,
The Rig Veda
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Autocrat of the Breakfast-Table by Oliver Wendell Holmes:
inflexions, and low, sad murmurs, in tones as full of serious
tenderness for the fate of the lost key as if it had been a child
that had strayed from its mother, was so winning, that, had her
features and figure been as delicious as her accents, - if she had
looked like the marble Clytie, for instance, - why, all can say is
[The schoolmistress opened her eyes so wide, that I stopped short.]
I was only going to say that I should have drowned myself. For
Lake Erie was close by, and it is so much better to accept
asphyxia, which takes only three minutes by the watch, than a
MESALLIANCE, that lasts fifty years to begin with, and then passes
The Autocrat of the Breakfast-Table
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Voyage to Arcturus by David Lindsay:
charged. The desert of scarlet sand stretched in all directions,
except one, where there was a sort of little oasis - some low hills,
clothed sparsely with little purple trees from base to summit. It
was about a quarter of a mile distant.
Joiwind had brought with her a small flint knife. Without any trace
of nervousness, she made a careful, deep incision on her upper arm.
"Really, this part of it is nothing," she said, laughing. "And if it
were - a sacrifice that is no sacrifice - what merit is there in
that? ... Come now - your arm!"
The blood was streaming down her arm. It was not red blood, but a