|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Chance by Joseph Conrad:
head, who was so tactfully ready to take his competency for granted.
There can be nothing more reassuring to a young man tackling his
life's work for the first time. Mr. Powell, his mind at ease about
himself, had time to observe the people around with friendly
interest. Very early in the beginning of the passage, he had
discovered with some amusement that the marriage of Captain Anthony
was resented by those to whom Powell (conscious of being looked upon
as something of an outsider) referred in his mind as 'the old lot.'
They had the funny, regretful glances, intonations, nods of men who
had seen other, better times. What difference it could have made to
the bo'sun and the carpenter Powell could not very well understand.
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Reason Discourse by Rene Descartes:
as also a certain current both of water and air from east to west, such as
is likewise observed between the tropics; how the mountains, seas,
fountains, and rivers might naturally be formed in it, and the metals
produced in the mines, and the plants grow in the fields and in general,
how all the bodies which are commonly denominated mixed or composite might
be generated and, among other things in the discoveries alluded to
inasmuch as besides the stars, I knew nothing except fire which produces
light, I spared no pains to set forth all that pertains to its nature, --
the manner of its production and support, and to explain how heat is
sometimes found without light, and light without heat; to show how it can
induce various colors upon different bodies and other diverse qualities;
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Rewards and Fairies by Rudyard Kipling:
a man. We all talked him over but couldn't make head or tail of
him, and Red Jacket come out to walk with me to the French
quarter where I was due to fiddle at a party. Passing Drinker's
Alley again we saw a naked window with a light in it, and there
sat our button-selling Monsieur Peringuey throwing dice all
alone, right hand against left.
'Says Red Jacket, keeping back in the dark, "Look at his face!"
'I was looking. I protest to you I wasn't frightened like I was
when Big Hand talked to his gentlemen. I - I only looked, and I
wondered that even those dead dumb dice 'ud dare to fall different
from what that face wished. It - it was a face!