| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Flame and Shadow by Sara Teasdale: Are never really won.
Even love that I built my spirit's house for,
Comes like a brooding and a baffled guest,
And music and men's praise and even laughter
Are not so good as rest.
Song Making
My heart cried like a beaten child
Ceaselessly all night long;
I had to take my own cries
And thread them into a song.
One was a cry at black midnight
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Theaetetus by Plato: into relief as we approach them or attend to them. Or we may assist the
analysis by attempting to imagine the world first dawning upon the eye of
the infant or of a person newly restored to sight. Yet even with them the
mind as well as the eye opens or enlarges. For all three are inseparably
bound together--the object would be nowhere and nothing, if not perceived
by the sense, and the sense would have no power of distinguishing without
the mind.
But prior to objects of sense there is a third nature in which they are
contained--that is to say, space, which may be explained in various ways.
It is the element which surrounds them; it is the vacuum or void which they
leave or occupy when passing from one portion of space to another. It
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from War of the Worlds by H. G. Wells: writing-table still, with the selenite paper weight upon it,
the sheet of work I had left on the afternoon of the opening
of the cylinder. For a space I stood reading over my aban-
doned arguments. It was a paper on the probable develop-
ment of Moral Ideas with the development of the civilising
process; and the last sentence was the opening of a prophecy:
"In about two hundred years," I had written, "we may
expect----" The sentence ended abruptly. I remembered
my inability to fix my mind that morning, scarcely a month
gone by, and how I had broken off to get my DAILY CHRONICLE
from the newsboy. I remembered how I went down to the
War of the Worlds |
