|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Symposium by Plato:
by the possession of beauty?' 'To what you have asked,' I replied, 'I have
no answer ready.' 'Then,' she said, 'let me put the word "good" in the
place of the beautiful, and repeat the question once more: If he who loves
loves the good, what is it then that he loves?' 'The possession of the
good,' I said. 'And what does he gain who possesses the good?'
'Happiness,' I replied; 'there is less difficulty in answering that
question.' 'Yes,' she said, 'the happy are made happy by the acquisition
of good things. Nor is there any need to ask why a man desires happiness;
the answer is already final.' 'You are right.' I said. 'And is this wish
and this desire common to all? and do all men always desire their own good,
or only some men?--what say you?' 'All men,' I replied; 'the desire is
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Roads of Destiny by O. Henry:
Orleans. Hand this note to the sailing-master, who will give you
passage.' I wrote on a leaf torn from my book, and placed it and the
money in Kearny's hand.
"'Good-bye,' I said, extending my own. 'It is not that I am displeased
with you; but there is no place in this expedition for--let us say,
the Senorita Phoebe.' I said this with a smile, trying to smooth the
thing for him. 'May you have better luck, /companero/.'
"Kearny took the money and the paper.
"'It was just a little touch,' said he, 'just a little lift with the
toe of my boot--but what's the odds?--that blamed mule would have died
if I had only dusted his ribs with a powder puff. It was my luck.
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Lock and Key Library by Julian Hawthorne, Ed.:
bullet through the thorax without taking more than a hasty glance
at the figure.
"Thus prepared, I started for Paris. But you will feel for me when
you learn that my hungry heart was baffled of its vengeance, and
baffled for ever. Agalma had been carried off by scarlet fever.
Korinski had left Paris, and I felt no strong promptings to follow
him, and wreak on him a futile vengeance. It was on HER my wrath
had been concentrated, and I gnashed my teeth at the thought that
she had escaped me.
"My story is ended. The months of gloomy depression which
succeeded, now that I was no longer sustained by the hope of