| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Sophist by Plato: be relation. In the communion of different kinds, being and other mutually
interpenetrate; other is, but is other than being, and other than each and
all of the remaining kinds, and therefore in an infinity of ways 'is not.'
And the argument has shown that the pursuit of contradictions is childish
and useless, and the very opposite of that higher spirit which criticizes
the words of another according to the natural meaning of them. Nothing can
be more unphilosophical than the denial of all communion of kinds. And we
are fortunate in having established such a communion for another reason,
because in continuing the hunt after the Sophist we have to examine the
nature of discourse, and there could be no discourse if there were no
communion. For the Sophist, although he can no longer deny the existence
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Odyssey by Homer: us go forth anon, and make trial of divers games, that the
stranger may tell his friends, when home he returneth, how
greatly we excel all men in boxing, and wrestling, and
leaping, and speed of foot.'
He spake, and led the way, and they went with him. And the
henchman hung the loud lyre on the pin, and took the hand
of Demodocus, and let him forth from the hall, and guided
him by the same way, whereby those others, the chiefs of
the Phaeacians, had gone to gaze upon the games. So they
went on their way to the place of assembly, and with them a
great company innumerable; and many a noble youth stood up
The Odyssey |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: thought she detected the shadow of a smile in the gray eyes.
"I saw you and your sweetheart makin' love behind the willow," Mrs. Wentz said
in a matter-of-fact voice. "I don't see why you need hide to do it. We folks
out here like to see the young people sparkin'. Your young man is a
fine-appearin' chap. I felt certain you was sweethearts, for all you allowed
you'd known him only a few days. Lize Davis said she saw he was sweet on you.
I like his face. Jake, my man, says as how he'll make a good husband for you,
and he'll take to the frontier like a duck does to water. I'm sorry you'll not
tarry here awhile. We don't see many lasses, especially any as pretty as you,
and you'll find it more quiet and lonesome the farther West you get. Jake
knows all about Fort Henry, and Jeff Lynn, the hunter outside, he knows Eb and
The Spirit of the Border |
