|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Songs of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson:
And frail as music. Features of our face,
The tones of the voice, the touch of the loved hand,
Perish and vanish, one by one, from earth:
Meanwhile, in the hall of song, the multitude
Applauds the new performer. One, perchance,
One ultimate survivor lingers on,
And smiles, and to his ancient heart recalls
The long forgotten. Ere the morrow die,
He too, returning, through the curtain comes,
And the new age forgets us and goes on.
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Dracula by Bram Stoker:
even though this be only whilst I can serve his purpose. Great God!
Merciful God, let me be calm, for out of that way lies madness indeed.
I begin to get new lights on certain things which have puzzled me.
Up to now I never quite knew what Shakespeare meant when he made
Hamlet say, "My tablets! Quick, my tablets! `tis meet that I
put it down," etc., For now, feeling as though my own brain were
unhinged or as if the shock had come which must end in its undoing,
I turn to my diary for repose. The habit of entering accurately
must help to soothe me.
The Count's mysterious warning frightened me at the time. It frightens me
more not when I think of it, for in the future he has a fearful hold upon me.
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Soul of the Far East by Percival Lowell:
man himself. The result is, that in the matter of individuality the
two reformed beliefs are further apart than those against which they
severally protested. For by the change the personal became more
personal, and the impersonal more impersonal than before.
The Protestant, from having tamely allowed himself to be led, began
to take a lively interest in his own self-improvement; while the
Buddhist, from a former apathetic acquiescence in the doctrine of
the universally illusive, set to work energetically towards
self-extinction. Curious labor for a mind, that of devoting all its
strength to the thinking itself out of existence! Not content with
being born impersonal, a Far Oriental is constantly striving to make