| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Koran: Merciful? shall we adore what thou dost order us?' and it only
increases their aversion.
Blessed be He who placed in the heavens zodiacal signs, and placed
therein the lamp and an illuminating moon!
And He it is who made the night and the day alternating for him
who desires to remember or who wishes to be thankful.
And the servants of the Merciful are those who walk upon the earth
lowly, and when the ignorant address them, say, 'Peace!' And those who
pass the night adoring their Lord and standing; and those who say,
'O our Lord! turn from us the torment of hell; verily, its torments
are persistent; verily, they are evil as an abode and a station.'
The Koran |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Myths and Myth-Makers by John Fiske: Echidna. As the black dog which appears behind the stove in
Dr. Faust's study, he is the classic hell-hound Kerberos, the
Vedic Carvara. From the sylvan deity Pan he gets his goat-like
body, his horns and cloven hoofs. Like the wind-god Orpheus,
to whose music the trees bent their heads to listen, he is an
unrivalled player on the bagpipes. Like those other wind-gods
the psychopomp Hermes and the wild huntsman Odin, he is the
prince of the powers of the air: his flight through the
midnight sky, attended by his troop of witches mounted on
their brooms, which sometimes break the boughs and sweep the
leaves from the trees, is the same as the furious chase of the
Myths and Myth-Makers |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Margret Howth: A Story of To-day by Rebecca Harding Davis: All things were real to this man, this uncouth mass of flesh that
his companions sneered at; most real of all, the unhelped pain of
life, the great seething mire of dumb wretchedness in streets and
alleys, the cry for aid from the starved souls of the world. You
and I have other work to do than to listen,--pleasanter. But he,
coming out of the mire, his veins thick with the blood of a
despised race, had carried up their pain and hunger with him: it
was the most real thing on earth to him,--more real than his own
share in the unseen heaven or hell. By the reality, the peril of
the world's instant need, he tried the offered help from Calvary.
It was the work of years, not of this night. Perhaps, if they
Margret Howth: A Story of To-day |
