|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Symposium by Plato:
The first tumult of the affections was not wholly subdued; there were
longings of a creature
Moving about in worlds not realized,
which no art could satisfy. To most men reason and passion appear to be
antagonistic both in idea and fact. The union of the greatest
comprehension of knowledge and the burning intensity of love is a
contradiction in nature, which may have existed in a far-off primeval age
in the mind of some Hebrew prophet or other Eastern sage, but has now
become an imagination only. Yet this 'passion of the reason' is the theme
of the Symposium of Plato. And as there is no impossibility in supposing
that 'one king, or son of a king, may be a philosopher,' so also there is a
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Youth by Joseph Conrad:
for not being a cathedral.
"And for me there was also my youth to make me pa-
tient. There was all the East before me, and all life, and
the thought that I had been tried in that ship and had
come out pretty well. And I thought of men of old who,
centuries ago, went that road in ships that sailed no
better, to the land of palms, and spices, and yellow sands,
and of brown nations ruled by kings more cruel than
Nero the Roman and more splendid than Solomon the
Jew. The old bark lumbered on, heavy with her age
and the burden of her cargo, while I lived the life of
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The American by Henry James:
saying that it had been decided that he should cross the frontier,
with his adversary, and that he was to take the night express to Geneva.
He should have time, however, to dine with Newman. In the afternoon
Newman called upon Madame de Cintre, but his visit was brief.
She was as gracious and sympathetic as he had ever found her, but she
was sad, and she confessed, on Newman's charging her with her red eyes,
that she had been crying. Valentin had been with her a couple of
hours before, and his visit had left her with a painful impression.
He had laughed and gossiped, he had brought her no bad news,
he had only been, in his manner, rather more affectionate than usual.
His fraternal tenderness had touched her, and on his departure she