|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Soul of Man by Oscar Wilde:
in what man has, but in what man is.
Private property has crushed true Individualism, and set up an
Individualism that is false. It has debarred one part of the
community from being individual by starving them. It has debarred
the other part of the community from being individual by putting
them on the wrong road, and encumbering them. Indeed, so
completely has man's personality been absorbed by his possessions
that the English law has always treated offences against a man's
property with far more severity than offences against his person,
and property is still the test of complete citizenship. The
industry necessary for the making money is also very demoralising.
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Ten Years Later by Alexandre Dumas:
having reviewed the buildings. Not a man, not a tag, not a
horse's hoof escaped his inspection. Raoul rode at the side
of his troop; D'Artagnan perceived him the last. "Eh!" said
he, "Eh! Mordioux!"
"I was not mistaken!" cried Raoul, turning his horse towards
"Mistaken -- no! Good-day to you," replied the ex-musketeer;
whilst Raoul eagerly pressed the hand of his old friend.
"Take care, Raoul," said D'Artagnan, "the second horse of
the fifth rank will lose a shoe before he gets to the Pont
Marie; he has only two nails left in his off fore-foot."
Ten Years Later
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Euthyphro by Plato:
justly, then your duty is to let the matter alone; but if unjustly, then
even if the murderer lives under the same roof with you and eats at the
same table, proceed against him. Now the man who is dead was a poor
dependant of mine who worked for us as a field labourer on our farm in
Naxos, and one day in a fit of drunken passion he got into a quarrel with
one of our domestic servants and slew him. My father bound him hand and
foot and threw him into a ditch, and then sent to Athens to ask of a
diviner what he should do with him. Meanwhile he never attended to him and
took no care about him, for he regarded him as a murderer; and thought that
no great harm would be done even if he did die. Now this was just what
happened. For such was the effect of cold and hunger and chains upon him,